Using a free photo for WordPress from Pexels
But can I put text around the image, as I’m doing here? Yes!
I hadn’t actually tried, and now I can see how to get text around a photo, too.
Why is this lovely Indian woman here?
Because she’s a character, and I like a picture before me to ‘think on.’
I learned one way to wear a sari, way back when I wasn’t even twenty yet, but there are many ways and many styles and many different methods to keep them from falling: it’s one long piece of cloth.
If you think that’s easy, and you haven’t been born to it, be my guest. The Muslim Girl Guide family I stayed with in what was then Bombay took pity on me, and gave me a long black half-slip with an elasticized waist to tuck the folds into (I don’t think women who know what they’re doing use slips, but what do I know?). They arranged for a tailor to make me a short blouse from the piece of cloth that is attached to the end of the sari for that purpose.
This is my visual guide for Shraddha, which means Faith, a lovely name in any language.
Dejunk in haste, repent at leisure
There are so many things that need sorting and repacking for the move – my office is a warren of piles.
But the hastily-packed boxes are slowly giving way to 1) discards, and 2) well-packed boxes which will be in two categories – need as soon as I get there or at least while living in the impermanent quarters, and need, period.
‘Need’ means ‘this is MY stuff.’ And no, I’m not tossing it just because it occupies a few boxes worth of space.
Some of it may still end up being weeded out, but I made the huge mistake of trying to do that to my writing notebooks – 20-30 of them – only to find that I could discard a few pages of the ones torn out, but had to put back together, in order, most of what I had so cavalierly ripped out.
Live and learn. No, I don’t use them a lot. But I can’t dejunk this fast.
Little progress to report
Even when the next thing on the list gets done (today we got an over EIGHTY page report – talk about padding! – from the buyers’ home inspector), there’s another one just behind it. I thought we would just use this report, and fix things, but husband says negotiation happens first.
And it didn’t include the radon test results.
And it didn’t include any information on their mortgage commitment, contingent on their appraiser’s report, which has ALSO not appeared.
In Mexico we have a name for this sort of piddling progress: we say the other person is giving us atole con el dedo. Atole is a drink which is not milk – but sort of looks like it. Calories in the form of a thickened carb like cornstarch or wheat. Gruel of a thin kind suitable for drinking with sweet bread from the bakery (and a horrible thing to do to your stomach if you are a growing child – very little protein). Atole can be fed to a baby instead of milk by dipping your finger (dedo) in it, and letting the baby suck it off. Takes the place of giving the poor kid milk, and is an incredibly slow process to boot.
It masks a lack of progress with the appearance of progress.
Sanity without writing is hard
Without help, this is slow because carrying the boxes is too much for me.
And I need to spend time getting my writing soul back to work, because that’s how I feel that day-to-day life has a purpose.
Yeah, I’m slow as a writer.
Now, I’m stopped, and I don’t like it.
At least we’ve reconsidered the original plan of driving cross-country with the more valuable items in the car. It’s 3,000 miles.
And after I imagined the trip – husband said a week – I realized that I’d be in poor shape after such a trip, hours sitting on this poor spine without being able to move much, and driving a lot because it isn’t fair to make him do it all.
So I suggested we take a nice plane ride, Newark to Sacramento, and sell or donate the cars. Someone said ‘ship the car(s).’ Will investigate. Husband thinks it’s hard to get a car in California quickly, but I know I can walk into Reedman in PA, and walk out with a vehicle here; California shouldn’t be a lot harder.
So that’s the new plan.
If the buyers will get their act together so we can get out of here.
So I can get back to my work!
Not very exciting, but there it is.
Oh, right: the picture
And you’ll have to read Pride’s Children: NETHERWORLD to get to know Shraddha. But she might look like this.
Thanks to Pexels for the image.
They LIED: on my blog, the text is NOT around the photo. Is there text to the right of the photo on your screen?