My new front garden design. I had to go into a compromise. This garden has now been contaminated by the builders and I can now use it for the stuff I usually have in my back garden, which is still being planned for the siege. I have had to distribute my potted plants on the edges for this summer. Perhaps not very pretty, but better organised than it was.
Today I made a decision that I will probablely no longer, if at all, write on the daily prompt on Saturday. Every worker deserves a day of rest somewhere. I have been scribbling these daily prompts for many years, but somehow they are in my way on Saturday as I have other better things to do, like sitting around, reading and annoying people.
Even the subject of this prompt really switched me off to contribute anything in the way of a healing hand. I have MS, ok I can live with it, there is no cure. All I can do is inject every second day a wonderfully expensive medicine and the whole process is slowed down. I suppose it is true, but if you still walk with a cane, still cannot use the left foot, and leg, for making definite decisions about where to go, then you forget the whole healing stuff, because it is not there. I have been living with this progressive illness for more years than I even realised, so no big deal. That is my first gripe about healing.
My second gripe is that my photo programme, Flickr, has not been connecting automatically, no not at all, to my Ribbet programme where I play with the photos changing them into black and white and altering contrasts and all that jazz. I have now written to Flickr and assured them that my computer is working perfectly with no cookie problems or whatever. I am sure they will return with some stupid solution that I have to do something at my end. I do not understand why this has only been happening over the past three days after at least 10 years of using the two programmes. At the moment I have not found a cure, so another healing problem not solved.
I even managed to change my complete computer framework into cerrulean, a sickly green illuminated colour. It was then that Mr. Swiss had to come to the rescue. He threw out my Chrome, added it again and found where the culprit was hiding, something about in the extentions. I wanted to congratulate and thank him but noticed he was not in the mood for being congratulated. Let is be said that he managed to put his healing computer hands onto my computer and I am now writing.
But why am I writing when I said I no longer want to touch any daily prompts on Saturday. I had better go before something more happens. Saturday is not a good day for blogging or anything else.