Pseudotherapy

NOTE TO SELF: Never attempt a “quick update” of Wordpress. There is no such thing.

I did everything carefully, step by step, yet a crucial element of my page is now not pulling in. I’ve verified that the coding is there, and the necessary image is where it’s supposed to be. I’ve tried deleting and re-uploading. So far, no luck.

Any Wordpress whizzes out there who KNOW what I need to do, please post in the comments.

And hey, Happy Easter to all the Christians (and secular celebrants as well) among my readers!

EVENING UPDATE: As you can see, the problem has been found and corrected. I take full responsibility. In my rush this morning to do the update and re-implement my customizations before heading to the family gathering, I neglected to delete a single four-word line of outdated php code. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy!

I’m fed up with the chaotic state of our living room. We moved in two months ago, and there are still 25 cardboard boxes sitting around in varying stages of being unpacked. Mostly UNpacked — and that’s not an estimated number, I just counted them. The boxes are full of books and DVDs and computer stuff and I can’t unpack them until we have shelves. We won’t have shelves until the end of the month, because our next paychecks are buying a bed. We’ve been sleeping on an air mattress for four months now, and we are so damn sick of it. I don’t care if we have to eat ramen for a week, we are getting an actual bed!

But yeah, boxes. The cats love them. They chase each other all over the stacks, and have certain ones they prefer for napping in the sun. Nutcake doesn’t mind the boxes because they don’t register on his radar. He pulls computer paraphernalia out of them and scatters it hither and thither, and it never even occurs to him that the damn boxes are an eyesore. To him, they’re convenient.

I find their continuing presence in our living room demoralizing. Yesterday I bought the stuff to create a lovely ginger-jar arrangement of grasses and cornflowers for our Kuan Yin altar. It turned out even better than I expected, and looks stunning on the shelf below the copper fountain. But right next to it is a triple row of ugly boxes. Guess what you notice first?

Except for the cats, of course, who are convinced I put that jar of grasses there solely for their amusement. Thank God for the disciplinary power of Dust-Off.