After I had finally finished writing the blog post for yesterday, I switched gears. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here, but my husband is steadily working to build a hard cider company. We’ve been working on all of the business plans, including coming up with the name, logo, buying equipment, and planning to build a workshop…not to mention planting trees. While we won’t grow all of our own apples, we plan to have over 200 trees on our property, planted the course of the next few years. So far, we’re up to 30 (including other fruit trees besides apple), and in 2021, we’ll plant another 35. I’ve been working on building a website, and I put aside time to work on it yesterday only to find that I couldn’t connect to the localhost.
I’ll save you the boredom of what I did (it’s not fixed yet anyway), but each time this happens – whether it’s with Daily Duranie or now this new site for Walt, I get so mad. It is never, ever, a ten-minute quick fix because I don’t understand 90% of how it all works, or the coding involved. So each time something new happens, it’s not an “exciting opportunity to learn something new” as my husband cheerfully said… as he quickly ducked out of our doorway yesterday afternoon. (could he have moved so swiftly because he saw I’d picked up a book and aiming to throw it at him?? Could be. Could be…) It means going to Google, typing in exactly the error I’m getting, and then looking at the results. Then reading, reading, and more reading, along with watching poorly done YouTube videos until I find one that makes sense AND keeps me awake. I’m totally out of my comfort zone, and trust me, sometimes it feels like walking over hot coals.
Oddly, that is what most of this blogging has been like, at least for me. Listening to Duran Duran, commenting on their work? That’s the easy part. Much of the rest of it has been trial by fire, including the putting myself out there and meeting new people part. As I prepare myself for the brainstorming session that is about to take place today with Amanda, I am well-aware that this may mean more widening of the comfort zone. Thoughts and prayers, please.
The funny thing though, at least yesterday afternoon, was that at some point in my search to figure out what I needed to do in order to connect and continue building the website, I ran across something reminding me that August 10th is coming. Six days away from the biggest, most joyful holiday of the year that no one else in my family celebrates. No cooking. No gift giving. No guests coming for dinner or extended visits. Nope. Just Duranies, celebrating our favorite band all over the world.
There is nothing difficult about that at all. Yet, Amanda and I haven’t even discussed it. Should we plan something? The timing is good in that it comes just before school begins in our house. The date falls on a Monday, but a lot of people are home, too. So while we’re brainstorming future Daily Duranie plans, we’ll take this topic up for discussion too. If you have any ideas for how we might celebrate, let us know!
In the meantime, I have some reading to do.
-R
