Father always ate first, alone at the table. Sometimes, when Mother was finished serving him, he’d invite her to sit with him. On these occasions, he would lecture Mother about whatever he felt it was important for her to know. When he was finished eating, he’d invite the children to sit at the table, and Mother would serve us. Once we were done, Mother would retreat to the kitchen where she would enjoy her supper.
If food was abundant, Father would eat until he was sick. On the other hand, if food was scarce, he would only take a few bites of food before calling us over from the fireplace where we would all be waiting for our turn. Mother always made sure that there was plenty for my older brother, while we were relegated to smaller portions. Often he would get meat and the rest of us had to make do with bread, milk and a few vegetables.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. Galations 2:20
“I wish Uncle King were my daddy,” said cousin Tulip plaintively.
“Why on earth…?” Replied Granny Tarquina in her annoying way of never finishing a sentence.
“Because if he were my daddy, then I’d have my own hobbyhorse,” answered Tulip.
“You can play with my hobbyhorse whenever you want,” piped up Pirouette the Younger. “So what does it matter?”
Tulip pressed on, “It’s not the same. If you want to play with hobbyhorse, then I have to get off and let you.”
Granny smiled affectionately at the girls and said, “Well, Tulip darling, even if that were your hobbyhorse, you’d have to let your cousin play with it anyway. Whenever she wanted…”
Just then, King GarGar and Queen Pirouette entered the nursery. Behind them walk a nursemaid with baby GarGar in her arms. The adults wore strained expressions on their faces because baby GarGar was wailing at the top of his lungs.
“Granny Tarquina!” Cried Pirouette. “Please do something with baby GarGar. He simply won’t stop crying! Do you think he’s ill?”
“Heaven’s no!” Said Granny. “If he were ill, then he wouldn’t be able to cry so lustily!”
Yet again circumstances have forced me to change the theme for Beautiful Photographs. The last theme, Monet was not functioning properly. From the homepage, it was only showing previews for a handful of posts. For the most part, all that was being displayed was a grey box with the title of the post in the center. Not very helpful. Not very attractive. To make matters worse, when I tried to change to another “premium” theme, the system kept trying to prompt me to upgrade to a business plan. As I already have a premium plan, such an upgrade should be unnecessary.
Luckily, WordPress does offer a customer support chat. I guess that because of the great distance between Maryland and WordPress HQ, there was a bit of delay between questions and responses. Despite this one drawback, the folks on the other end were able to install my new theme (Photoblog) without my having to lift a finger. Nice. I like this newest theme very much. Defaults include a search box, gallery and a navigational calendar.
Am I the only blogger experiencing difficulties with themes and functionality?