Happy Birthday, Veazey

Kathy Waller:

A birthday story for my dear cousin…

Originally posted on Kathy Waller ~ Telling the Truth, Mainly:

seven-cousins (2)Today is my cousin Mary Veazey’s birthday. I will not say how old she is. I’ll say only that she is old enough that she’s always thought she had the right to boss me around.

We have had many good times together.

The most memorable, right now, aside from the times we almost broke up church because we couldn’t stop laughing, and the time she made me go on the Cruise from You-Know-Where, is the time we went to the drive-in movie to see TheGreat Gatsby, and her eleven- and twelve-year-old sons–I’ll call them Boy C and Boy G–sat in the back seat griping for the length of the dumb, boring show and yowling to go home.

When the second feature came on, however, the boys displayed immediate interest. It was The Sterile Cuckoo, a cute, sweet movie starring Liza Minnelli. We hadn’t planned to stay for it, but every time…

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Why you can’t find things and how I’m going to fix it

But these kitties–they just come, don’t they? ~ Woman whose B&B southwest of London is a shrine to The Cat, both living and decorative

I refixed the problem by changing back to a more user-friendly template. But feel free to read the post anyway. The information is outdated, but if you read far enough, there’s mention of my baby picture.

William and Ernest recently took control of Whiskertips. They didn’t stage a coup or anything, just wormed their way into power.

Anyway, because they prefer to communicate visually rather than verbally, I switched the blog to a format designed for photography. An unexpected consequence of the switch is that earlier posts displaying multiple photos now show only one.

In addition, a title search brings up a page bearing the phrase Search Results above a little box. The box links to the post. If there’s a picture on the post, that picture appears in the box. But if there’s no picture, the box turns up empty, and there’s nothing to identify it as a link.

Experienced surfers will know they’re supposed to click on the box. Those not familiar with the graphical nature of the web, however,  might sit for several seconds, or even minutes, wondering what to do next .

In fact, frequent web users might sit and wonder. I did. Not for minutes, of course, but for long enough to inspire me to write this post.

At any rate, that’s how things work now. I’ll revamp the earlier posts to make search boxes easier to find. I’ll also recover the photos now hidden in cyberspace.

Because there’s a really cute baby picture of me. I’m sitting beside a string of catfish. It’s a shame to keep that from the public.