The Colorado Fail...

Experience is something you have a few moments after you needed it. The next few posts to this blog thingy will be me seeking that experience. I have attached a few photos from random files just to have something to look at and to figure what works, what doesn't and hopefully how to fix it.

One of the first things that caused quite of bit stress and chaos in my world was just simply developing the first blog. I was able to get the first entry to only post to my Google+1 account, but I was the only who could see it. While I do treasure my own company, even I can figure out having a blog in which I am the only who can read it, is a bit like kissing your sister. The blog page showed the first few paragraphs and nothing more. I turned on and turned off every button on the settings at least six times. Isn't there something about the definition of insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the different results? Nothing was working and I was totally defeated. It didn't help that I hate the word "blog." Sounds like something you get when you don't eat enough fiber. Anyway, I was at my wits end and was ready to throw in the towel (oh that reminds, I need to pack some kind towel), but my lovely bride came to my rescue.

Any man that does not marry a woman who is smarter than himself is a fool and should not breed. There is no question that I married up. Lisa sat down at the computer and went through the same series of button pushes with the same negative results. I couldn't bare to watch, but we all love a good train wreck, so I stuck around just in case she struck gold.

Eureka! she screamed. I figured it out. A few more button pushes and voila, the blog came to life. I knew it had to be something stupid and incredibly easy to fix, but I would have never guessed in a million years that the answer was so simple, embarrassingly simple. The background was black (by default and I thought it looked cool so I kept it) and the "ink" was black. It was there but like a black cat in a coal mine or a polar bear on an iceberg, you just could not see it. But mama was able to figure it out. Did Miss Dipity play a role? Maybe...

So, as I figure all this stuff out, there will be mistakes like the two pictures of the same bee in the same flower. I have no idea why there are two and no idea how to delete one of them. I was hoping they would line themselves up side-by-side and not like a totem pole. I guess there will be more button pushing in my future. I am always open to suggestions. I hope to make as many mistakes as I can before I get on the trail because Lisa will not be there to bail me out, which is scary premise all by itself.

I will do my best to keep a sense of humor about all this even though I may not see it at the time. I am grateful for the patient support that my family has given as I prepare to head out into the wilderness and a special thanks to my lovely bride. I was blessed when Miss Dipity introduced me to her more than 30 years ago and glad she still hangs out with us today. Just sayin'...