|Posted by MaryAnn the FarmWife on March 7, 2013 at 8:05 PM|
"I am in way over my head" was the thought that was haunting me for several hours. The day didn't start that way. The morning had started out very nicely.
My daughter thoughtfully had washed all the dishes late last night and made the counters shine, like some magic fairy in the kitchen while we were sleeping. The coffee was already brewed when I stumbled out, hot and fresh. Plus there was NO SNOW, the latest overblown snowpacolypse had been dodged. A vat of maple sap was boiling away. I took care of my chores quickly and easily. Elvira was at my side. My big black shadow. I got the forms all written and designed, then produced and uploaded for the Farm Friends enrollments. A lot of little work things were done. All in all it was going great.
The day blew up when I decided to add another feature to the site. It said it would take FIVE minutes. Within three minute I knew I was in way too deep. There was this Never Never Land of terms and and Gits and phps and all this alphabet soup of stuff. I however, was determined. I was going to do this Facebook Connect thingy. A lot of my customers like using Facebook and it would be cool to have the ability to post comments and do all this other cool stuff.
So onward I trudged. Reading through the instruction pages and getting in deeper and deeper. It's when the html code got too rough and then I was directed onto this ninja site, and it backfilled in their own addresses, that I panicked. Where was Dylan? Taking midterms. I can't call him now. There were seven tabs open on the browser...it was only 3 PM it would be hours before he got home.
Sigh. So I walked away from it. Frustrated and pacing, waiting for Dylan to rescue me. I kept going back, over and over and staring at the ninja pages, the directions, the links, the codes, to no avail. I had to run to an appointment and left the disaster up on the screen. I got home and it was still staring at me. Taunting.
Then he walked in. Dylan thought I was nuts. I was so happy to see him. My handsome brilliant son. He would help me. And he did. He poured a glass of milk, and before he finished it, he had cleaned it up and it was working.
Apparently, I had bumbled through most of it and it was okay. It was the last minute panic that had thwarted me from finishing it. The fear that I couldn't do it. I won't let fear stop me again. Just wait until the next application gets installed... I will walk proudly through the Never Never Land of the nerds pretending I know what I am doing. And somehow it will work just like this one did.
|Posted by MaryAnn the FarmWife on February 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM|
Snippets are all I get anymore. My children are the age that work, school and social lives take them all over in every direction, so this was really great. No one is ever around at the same time. It was an unexpected few moments when we were all here. Before they move out and begin their own lives. We were jaughing and enjoying conversation. I will miss these moments.
Just standing in the kitchen and talking about stuff while Dylan drank his milk. Laughing and talking. Elvira was happily bouncing around with her bone. We were talking about her. Everyone was together. Danica and I were trying to keep John up on the topic because it was pop culture. Valve was the topic. Dylan loves that company. The Wil Wheaton podcast with Gary from Valve, was great. Dylan even decided to listen a second time and came down for a big glass of milk. Dylan thought Elvira had an accident but it wasn’t her. We are all laughing at the poor girl. She gets blamed for everything. Thank goodness Dylan drinks so much milk (it’s why John agreed to get Maybelline. Poor John didn’t think it through all the way though. By the time we start milking Maybelline Dylan will be away at school. Alas, we will miss him and have way too much milk in the house.)
Back up a few minutes earlier, I walked down the hallway to find, Dylan, Danica and John, all together in the kitchen chattering. I go get a pile of towels because there is a huge puddle. In front of the refrigerator…did the ice maker blow? Nope, it’s dripping from the ceiling.
All working together nicely, I get the flashlight, Danica was moving stuff around, Dylan got the screwdriver and the tall ladder from the basement… John unscrewing the vent cover, teamwork…
Then while they are standing there staring at the water dripping from the ceiling, I run up the stairs to the kids bathroom. The gang comes up behind me…found it. Turned it off and cleaned it up. We are happily working together as a family.
This didn’t start out as a family moment. It started with hearing 'Pop? There’s a really big leak.' The bed is warm. Elvira, my shadow, doesn’t get up either. After I hear running up and down stairs I get up. It’s 2 in the morning and the only thing I can think of is that thank goodness Dylan drinks so much milk.