How to follow a blog

Wow! And here I thought I had sorta crested the first hump on my very slow ascent up this mountain into the blogsphere.  Admittedly, I’m a little out of breath up here, and now people are asking how to “follow my blog”.

Well, that’s a good question. Let me pour myself another cup of tea (left over from this morning, nice and potent that way), wake up the website genie and see what he says.  Hold on, I’ll be right back….

Hmm.  Not sure that helped.  I signed up Google Plus, but my “new” facebook account is being contrary.  I’m thinking there must be a button somewhere that I’m not pushing that would make the process easier for any aspiring “social media followers” to this project.  Haven’t found it, yet.

Now, before anyone under 35 starts rolling their eyes at an old woman’s technological ineptitude, please understand that I’ve “come a long way, baby”, (to quote a commercial that played long before many of you were born.)  Case in point, a few years ago, a tech person was on the phone talking me through some problem solving steps for my computer at work.  I knew they were speaking English, I just knew it–had the right American accent and everything.  But alas, communication was a bit of a challenge.

And so, by way of apology, I offer this olive branch:

There once was a broad from Ne-VAA-duh,

Who could really grow a to-MAA-duh

But it was really a slog

To follow her blog

And quite a bit irritate-ah.  (Okay, so YOU find something that rhymes with Nevada, as in Missouri!)

Now, if that doesn’t scare you off this site, then you are either made of stout stuff, a glutton for punishment; or a family member.  Granted, I’m not a poet; that would be my husband.  In my defense, however, I have just self-published a fun, short devotional book entitled God Loves Dogs which can be viewed on Amazon (paperback or Kindle version).  My mom bought one…..thanks, Mom.

In the meantime, I will continue to try to find an easier way to “follow” this blog, in case anyone is interested.  Kind souls please feel free to send technical suggestions.  Creative souls please find another word that rhymes with, you know, Ne-VAA-duh.

Blessings—   dawnlizjones

And speaking of new tricks for old dogs…..

My first Hobby Club bread.
My first Hobby Club bread.

One of my New Yorker daughters signed me up for a Hobby Club, hosted by one of her work buddies, Tyler Riewer.  (That’s rEE-ver, for the uninformed, a very nice Germanic name, very much unlike Jones, which is so common as to be utterly boring…more on that another time.)  Mr. Riewer’s Hobby Club gives all the members a chance to experiment with new and different activities, one for each month of 2015.  Included on his website (check it out—it’s really fun!) are instructions for each undertaking after which we are invited to post our Instagram photos so we can all enjoy laughing at ourselves and each other.

This month of January, we delve into the floury depths of breadmaking.  Now, this is not an altogether unexplored territory for me, since I already make most of our own bread for health reasons anyway, whole wheat, no salt, no white refined sugar, all that.  But what this club is doing is taking the breadmaking art to a new level for me—they actually expect me to use (gulp!) measuring cups and a receipe!

What Mr. Riewer doesn’t know is that Instagram is, in itself, a new and different activity for me.  As are  many of the other cultural changes that have come about secondary to the birth of the internet.  I have embraced a somewhat love/hate relationship with the web, for example, but I suppose each new discovery and invention presents its own opportunities for good or bad.  Kind of like money, or guns, or parental authority; it’s all about the choices of those that use it.

But some things do not change, at least for me.  Like the joy of seeing my grandchild, (even if it is only on a video chat instead of in person).  Like the sound of football on in the family room.  And of course, like the smell of fresh bread baking on a cold January day.  ‘Nuf said.   I need to go make that baguette.

Thanks, Mr. Riewer!

Old dogs–new tricks

Hello, blog number one.  Not even sure that anyone would care to read the scratchings of this old woman, but no matter,… at least for now.   I’m experiencing the dual thrill and frustration of “surfing” through the different “themes”, setting up “widgets” and “categories”, and figuring out (thus far unsuccessfully) how people can “like” me on some page of a book with my face on it.  This is evidently what my New York City thirty-something-year-old middle daughter refers to as Life Skills.  Hmmm…

I am now at a stage of life where I find myself using phrases such as “stage of life”.  Back in the day (there’s another one!) Life Skills had to do with balancing your check book, the family budget, and your children’s academic and extracurricular activities.  Life Skills were defined as learning to maintain a job, a car, and a marriage, generally in that order, and usually for longer than twelve months.

This original conversation began with my daughter when my husband (her father of thirty-something years) and I upgraded phones, called 4-G, whatever that is. (I have to buy us identical phones because he goes into a sixty-something tizzy if I ask him to answer mine when he doesn’t know how.)  Bob could care less about all the bells and whistles on “our” new phones.  His remains parked on the dresser in the front room, lonely, blinking its little light but totally ignored.   Our daughter must have thought this beneath her dad’s intellectual prowess, considering her world of Instgrams, Four Squares (that used to be playground game…), and Tweets.

Life changes quickly, our culture just about as fast.  If I’m going to learn to blog, which seems more or less like a public diary (for those chronologically challenged, a diary was a book of our deepest secrets that was kept under lock and key…back in the day, so to speak), then I guess I should just settle on my current WordPress Theme, throw in a few widgets, and have at it for a spell.

My husband remains delinquent in his Life Skills, but is now enjoying his sporting events due to his new HDTV signal.  He sure learned how to use the remote without too much difficulty…definite Life Skills for his gender.

Now if I could get him interested in the new dishwasher…

dawnlizjones