Home Again, Home Again

David and I are now in Ontario (aka Onterrible) visiting with family. Next week is reading week, and given that today was my mother's 76th birthday (she swears it's her 66th) we ducked out early. The most excellent Melissa is taking care of Farcical Farm while we're gone, so I will once again be forced to plumb the depths of my imagination for FFF material. Don't get your hopes up, folks -- it's murky in there.

This picture was taken in the summer of 2003, about six months after my dad died. I am at my thinnest, mostly due to grief. My mother is at her palest for much the same reason. Still, we wanted to document the flowers we had planted and tended with the same care he took every previous summer. It gets a little easier every year.

At Long Last

When I started this blog I did all the things necessary to be indexed by Google. I submitted the URL for crawling, I specified the feed as the sitemap in my webmaster account, and I waited. And waited some more. A couple of months later I submitted the URL again and waited again. And submitted again. The last time I resubmitted the URL was on Monday morning, so imagine my surprise this afternoon when people started popping onto the blog as the result of their Google searches. Sure enough, FFF finally got indexed! The technical trappings of the intertubes aren't as mysterious to me as they are...say...to my mother, but I can't think of any good reason why this took most of a year to happen. Maybe all the talk of Tonka's swollen member got me flagged?