Okay, so let me know if you feel strongly about this new theme, positively or negatively.

If, of course, you even see a new theme … It’s been sort of a mess of a blogging day. WordPress itself updated. Then there were a slew of plugin updates, and for the second time since I installed Jetpack and the WooCommerce store things, that broke shit left and right. When I got all that fixed, the “Site Health” plugin started complaining that I had too many themes kicking around, so I looked at the new one and it looked pretty okay. Sterile, and I miss my old brown Sundance theme, but we’ll see.

Your opinion matters a lot. Also, if I can’t tuck that damn shopping cart out of the way somehow, that may be a dealbreaker. I’m nowhere near ready to take this thing full entrepreneurial, and that goes double for the blog part here.

Today was a somewhat unexpected family day. I had planned to leave for the north by noon, but I wasn’t even started on packing or hooking up the trailer by then. So I danced with events and rescheduled myself. The good part is that it’s a little after seven in the evening and I’m feeling the desire to crash. So presumably that’ll mean I’m up very early and on the road by the time it’s getting light out.

It looks like I might have to dance a little more, and maybe even before the month is out. Dance across the country in fact. Maybe I should have been more careful talking about going On Location in that last video. But there’s nothing like a long road trip for filmic appeal, either … and now I have the tools to do it right. There’s a story to go with it too but I can’t go there yet because, well, there’s genetic craziness going on about secrets. I’m playing along, with that particular crazy, even though I’ve quite recently stamped my foot about some of the other kinds. (“I’m getting too old for this shit.”)

I’m having such a good time with the videos. At the same time I’m fretting too much about money and examining this modern Remote Work idea with one fierce and calculating eye. These are the two parts of me in the moment. The raging artist, and the careful, sometimes even fearful critter that is always figuring out how much longer the blessed life can go on financially. I’m not stressing though–not yet. I just want to find some way of never having to let the fear side take over again, even if it means chopping twenty thirty forty hours out of my remaining time on the planet every week.

I don’t have to tell you about that shit, though. We all grew up on the plantation, and we’ve all had to try to find a better way. More significantly, we’ve all chopped off parts of our time in the service of keeping fear at bay, some of us the smart way, some of us the brave way, and most of us both ways over time.

I feel myself to be both no one special, and my old flaming genius self, at the same time.

It might be the first time that’s ever been true.