Change is slow.

Change happens so gradually that you could miss it or run into it all at once, but really change is slow.

Take the website for example. The pages are changing to the new format, but the graphics are lagging behind. Well there is good reason. Most of it is changing on the go, and my graphics programs are at home. So site titles and graphics have not yet been updated, leaving either the wrong graphic or a missing graphic. Sorry for the slowness. I’m working on it. 🙂

Of course you might have noticed the neat little contact form on the contacts page. Try it out. It works really well.

The main part of the graphics site is updated…on to the folders. (I know update the graphics!) I’m working on it. Web page stuff is first so check there next. I’ve also started on the links section.

My daughter started a new preschool yesterday. Since she is very concerned with style at only 3 years of age we had to have a talk about not bringing jewelry to school. She already can’t go without her hat and sunglasses. I also had to convince her it is better to wear tennis shoes than her black “picture taking shoes”. She color coordinates pretty well if you like loud colors and I let her dress herself, but we did have a little fight anyway. She wanted a dress today, but with the rain I wanted jeans. We finally settled on jeans with flowers embroidered on them and a pink beach-themed t-shirt. With pink shoes, pink ponytails, a blue barrette (“To match the jeans mommy!”) and two hair clips (on green and one white) she was finally ready to go. The preschool already calls her Miss Style. I think I have a monster. Who did she get this from? Probably my cousin, she’s pretty stylish, though recently that style has become Goth. I hope I can hold that off for a while…me in my business attire toting around a Goth four year old is not really a picture I want developed.

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
The Village






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