Today is Election Day, an exercise in futility for New Jersey Democrats like me.  Nonetheless, in a little while  I will be going down to my polling place at Princeton Charter School, like a good citizen, to record my desire to stop Chris Christie.  It isn’t going to matter at all whether I do this or not, because he will almost certainly win the election by a landslide and continue as governor until he moves on to the Republican nomination for president.  But what’ s the alternative?  Silence is also speech.  And not voting is casting a vote for the guy you don’t want.

Actually, I sort of like plain-talking, no-nonsense Chris Christie.  (What’s not to like — except his party and his politics?)  But you don’t go into the ballot box because you might enjoy hanging out with the candidate when he isn’t electioneering.  (Although younger Bush picked up a lot of votes from folks who did just that. And now look where we are!)

However, this is not a blog about politics.  I wouldn’t dare.  (Intelligent people never discuss religion or politics, said the Wise Man.) I mention Christie only because I’m not going to have a lot of time for WordPress today.

Just about enough time to share some good news:  I think I may have finally mastered the “Add Media” bit!  So here are some photos to look at, without too much more verbiage from me.  Wish me luck.

Mastering Media

Possible home page photo for the blog I'm learning to blog for

Possible Home Page photo for “The Getting-Old Blog” (The not-yet-here blog for which I’m learning to blog.)  Photo too gloomy?  What do you think?

 Family Room (in the words of realtors)  Where we  hang out the most.

Family Room.  Where we hang out the most. Where the blogging gets done.

The cats a year ago, when Sophie had just arrived.  Sasha on the left, Sophie on the right.

The cats a year ago, when Sophie had just arrived. Sasha on the left, Sophie on the right.

My mother, aged three or four.  Taken in a photographer's studio in Russia, 1907 or 1908. (And seven or eight years later came the Revolution.)

My mother, aged three or four. Taken in a photographer’s studio in Russia, 1907 or 1908, before the Revolution.

Me.  (So now you know.)

Me. (So now you know.)

I’m off to the polls!





It seems the best way to learn to navigate WordPress is just to fool around.

A/k/a learning by doing.

LeMasney, teacher of the Princeton Adult School class I’ve been taking, says he fooled around a lot before he became proficient.

Well, I want to be proficient, too.  (Even though I still think longingly of TypePad, where they allegedly do everything for you.  If you pay.)

So I too fooled around last night.


As you can see, first I found out how to introduce color to posting.

Then I found out what my second follower was up to. (Yes!  Now I have two!)  This one seems to hold a black belt in blogging, so I clicked over to Amazon to download his How-To-Blog book to my Kindle Cloud.  $9.95, if you’re interested; you’ll find it under “Books: opinionatedman.”

[Thought: I’m probably going to learn more about blogging from opinionatedman than from my $69 course.]

And then I b-r-o-w-s-e-d.  Because WordPress says the way to build a following is to visit other blogs and comment.  Is a following a good thing?  if you write, you want to be read, no?  (Pace Salinger.)

Initially, I searched for my would-be following in like-minded women past sixty who blog.  Found a nice old man who likes to sit on his porch. (And watch the world go by?)  Found a gorgeous professional writer and counselor who’s the mother of teen-age daughters (so she’s fortyish?) and who writes about age.  (I’d trade with her in a heartbeat!)  Found another self-styled oldster who’s really into gardens and flowers.  I have a black thumb.

So I’m 0-0 in the “like-minded women” search.  I know, I didn’t fool around enough.  They’re out there somewhere.

Another time.

But guess what?  I did stumble upon a Russian, don’t ask me how, who’s perfectly bilingual.  Well, his writing is perfectly bilingual.  (Don’t know what he sounds like.)  His blog title is “Bright Moments Catcher,” which explains itself when you learn that he’s a photographer. He lives in Belgorod (haven’t looked it up yet), and is only thirty-five.  But I did like his photos — enough to comment on them, as WordPress advises.  Except I couldn’t.  He had chosen a WordPress theme with no place for comments.

So I had to write him an e-mail of appreciation instead.  (E-address was on his blog.)  And that took time.  Whatever it looks like, I don’t just type and send/click/publish. I go back, revise, reconsider.  The man I live with says I have a punitive superego.  He’s an (almost-retired) psychiatrist; he may be right.

No answer to the e-mail to Russia, at least not yet.  But “Bright Moments Catcher” did check out “Learning to Blog.”  Silently.  (No comment, no follow.)  How do I know?  Because he showed up on my “Stats” map of visitors and views this morning as 1 visitor, 3 views from a brightly red-colored Russia.

(Actually, the map showed a brightly red-colored Soviet Union. Russia isn’t as big as that any more, WordPress. Get with it.)

I don’t think I’m Catcher’s glass of tea, though.  He only “viewed” one post and the “About Page.”

And now it’s time to do another “Learning to Blog” post.  (Yesterday’s.)

Oops.  It’s not.  There’s been too much fooling around.


That’s what man-I-live-with is saying.  He’s turning out the lights.  The pussycats are running up the stairs.

I have three days left to contrive three more posts.  I can do that.