I probably would have a finished product by now if that daughter of mine had been willing to do all the work for me.
In some sort of twisted role reversal, she thought it in my best interest to learn how to do things for myself. The girl listens entirely too much to her father.
So there we sat, side by side. She clicked away at warp speed and used words like pixels. I littered my desk with sticky notes and only cried once. In the end, we had a banner that I think I can update and a template and colors that we thought were keepers.
Even the computer girl was befuddled with a few things, though. My sidebar pictures, for instance, seemed to take on a mind of their own. Without so much as a click, I had the incredible shrinking barnyard breakfast beneath the live oak tree.
My fonts also presented a problem. I wanted to use the one called Irish Growler for the dates and sidebar.
I carefully followed the directions.
I did it again and again, but no matter how hard I tried, the dates and sidebars absolutely refused to growl. I finally gave up and was playing around with a few other things when suddenly, it appeared.
And then it disappeared.
Then, there it was again.
And then, there it wasn't. Again.
I have flatly refused to give it any more attention, but the spritely little Irish Growler has been playing peekaboo with me ever since. If you happen to spot him on my dates and sideboard, let me know.
In the end, it was a fruitful project even though it still needs tweaking. Miss Whimsy even left me a little bonus technology as a parting gift. She stripped all the songs off of her old Ipod Shuffle and loaded songs for me to listen to as I go about my day.
I appreciate it.
Now, if I can only figure out how to work the thing.