The thunder rumbled in the distance, drawing nearer and nearer. Bailey hid in her “safe harbor”, the bathroom. Shasta looked out the window. I checked the weather map and saw that it showed us in the center of the storm so of course I invited Kat and Gep to join me on the deck under the cover of the canopy, to watch Mother Nature in action.
I hear you thinking “what has this to do with WordPress?” Not a lot except that WordPress and I seem to be having our own version of a summer storm lately. I go to your blogs, I attempt to leave a comment. Sometimes WordPress allows it. Too often WordPress says “sorry this comment cannot be posted”. It does not have the courtesy to tell me why, just that it’s “sorry”. Hmmph! I think not! I do not believe it is really sorry. I believe WordPress thinks my life should be a liittle more complicated. Wrong, WordPress! I have learned a work-around. I have learned to copy, leave the blog, come back, paste and post. But I wonder what have I done to offend WordPress. Why does it not like me?
While I’m talking to you, WordPress, could you please offer me a way to stay signed in? Must I sign in for each and every blog on which I would like to “like” or to comment? C’mon! I deserve, all of us WordPress users deserve, a few things that work more easily, with less effort.
In case you’ve been wondering if we managed too stay dry, as I’m sure you have been wondering. Mostly we managed to stay dry. Not completely. The deluge was heavy enough that the canopy began to sprinkle us with little droplets. Then there was the splashing as the raindrops-which-became-hail hit the deck surface. It was the big entertainment event of the day.