Spring Blog Cleaning is like Spring House Cleaning only no major muscle groups are involved in making a blog tidy. So it should be a lot easier. However, “should” is a very annoying word. And so is Spring, come to think of it, not making its appearance or even hinting at pretending to think about doing so. At least not in my God-forsaken corner of the world where it’s still twenty below. But as usual, I digress, so just ignore that, or store it away with the other bazillion weather complaints you’ve heard this week.
Today I deleted my second blog, which very few people knew existed. Sorry to my 3.5 random followers, but I’m pretty sure you won’t even notice I’m gone. All nineteen (yep, count ‘em, nineteen!) blog posts from “Before the Lights Go Out” written over the past two or three years are now pages in a drop down menu in my header here between Home and About. If you would like to check them out before they sit there collecting dust for the rest of my life, that would be nice. But no pressure.
I also spent the better part of my Monday afternoon checking out other Word Press themes and trying to make the number of widgets I have less ridiculous. It was a little like shopping for clothes and trying to de-clutter an entire house all at the same time. There was something horribly wrong with some little thing on every theme I previewed and something endearing and wonderfully right about the things I couldn’t make myself delete.
From all this hard (brain) work we can now safely conclude that I am a creature of habit, stuck in a colossal rut, and not good with change. Although, you know, deleting an entire blog was pretty gutsy I guess.
And it’s not the only thing I did today either. While I was curled up on the living room couch this morning checking my emails and reading blog posts that were several hundred times better than this one, the sunlight caught my right leg at just the right angle for me to notice I’m beginning to look like an orangutan. I didn’t gasp; it was the opposite of a sharp intake of air, and more like feeling totally incapable of drawing another breath. I think this is how people die. Stunned breathless, or something like that. Anyway, my monkey legs are now shaved hairless and no one else’s life is in danger for the time being.
So, cleaned up blog, destroyed razor, onward and upward and spring is on the way. I hope your Monday was equally exciting.