Well, since the past two eeks have been horrible, I have been distracting myself with technology. For instance, I took over my son’s old room and made it my office. I choose to refer to it as the inner sanctum and I plan to make it a tranquility habitat. Since my desk was, for 20 years, near the front door, the noise, and in the middle of everything, I am very happy about the move even if it meant that doing so meant saying goodbye to my first born.
But I digress. I am sooting myself with music. I’ve been listening to The Eagles, love the tracks from their last album, The Long Road out of Eden. Waiting in the Weeds is hauntingly poetic. I have my laptop, my I phone and my I pad altogether so I can play games, write and make phone calls. I also have a pair of Ludacris headphones if I want to plug in and zone out.
What would I do without my technology? Probably be very out of touch, lol. Oh, and until we actually paint and do some patching, the only other thing I’ve moved in is a bed for Verona. So we’re good until the renovations are completed. Maybe I should call this the year of touch ups and passings.
Well, blog readers, I am writing to report some bad news. The online magazine, The Matilda Ziegler, has stopped publication and may not resume. Myself and about ten other folks have lost this vital income source and we are all shocked and dismayed by it. You see, the MZM, as we like to call it, was an endowment set up in 1908, I think. Since then, it provided Braille and later, cassette recordings free to the blind and vision impaired all over the world. In the late 1990s it underwent fiscal changes and eventually the office was closed and 2010 it went to a desktop publishing schedule. The endowment is now almost gone and I think it’s because the board of directors took it all and left nothing for perpetuity. You know what burns my ass the most? That the writers haven’t heard a word from this mysterious board of directors and I call them out right here, that they are cowards for making our editor do their dirty work and not handling it themselves. An ethical board would make the effort and I hope they are ashamed of themselves for their actions.
We were all blind writers with only a few exceptions and we were a community. This is a huge loss for many folks.
Next, my mother-in-law died, one year to the day of my father’s death, January 16. What’s next? It always goes in threes, right? It makes me kind of squirrlly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Here’s to 2014, may it improve in time.