Rabbit Hole Blog

I admitted on a previous post that I was unable to adjust my blog to be visible on tablets and phones. My daughter-in-law, Kim, offered to look into it for me. Turns out that the theme I was using didn’t support what I wanted. She suggested that I try a different theme. Sounds so easy, right? Well, Alice, let me tell you – click on another theme and you are plunged down the rabbit hole! There must be a way to preview new looks, but I was in too much of a hurry to check that out. Instead, I suddenly left the security of my established theme and format and found all of my content looking really bad while I floundered looking for a quick fix.

The format you see now is the result of some fast and fancy clicking on my keyboard. I have not finished looking for a new theme, but I hope that I have things looking presentable for now. Of course, I’ve been so lackadaisical about blogging that nobody will probably even notice. If you do, please feel free to weigh in with comments and suggestions.

I’ve been preoccupied for the last few months while dealing with my elderly parents. They live about 200 km. south of where I live, so I’ve put a lot of miles on my car. (It doesn’t seem natural to say I’ve put a lot of kilometers on my car, but that’s what happens when a country changes systems of measurement after you’ve learned to drive.) It’s been stressful with various health issues to deal with, and they were still living in the house they built in 1963. On December 6th they celebrated their 72nd wedding anniversary.

My Mom passed away last Sunday at 94 years of age. My Mom was a force to be reckoned with. She was the eldest of 9, and together with my Dad, raised several of her youngest siblings. They lived in a small town in southern Alberta and that’s where my brother was born. They moved to Lethbridge before I was born. Mom was the matriarch of her large extended family. My parents worked together at their dry cleaning business, and my Dad never seemed to mind not being the boss. Good thing. Mom retired when she was 86. She liked work, but she loved being in charge. She will be missed.

Now there’s just Dad to worry about. He is 93 and currently in a health care facility. I’m too spent to say much else right now. I’m managing to go from one little deadline to another, as it helps to keep busy. I need to get some creative work done soon – as soon as I dig myself out of the mess that has accumulated in my house! No more excuses. Back to work.

Here’s my parents with my oldest son, Brad, and his wife, Kim. Hard to believe this photo was taken at the end of July.