how this blog came to be

Post is an old friend. I’ve written about her and I would reveal more about her, but she wouldn’t like that very much. You see this blogging thing is not as new to her as you think it is. Oh no. This right here is her second blog. The first one she wrote in for about a day and then quit and then came back eight months later and then quit it again because she felt she wanted more anonymity.

She called me and said something like this, “I want a new blog and I want all that stuff on it. Can you make it for me.” Now, I’m kind and a kind of pushover so I said OK. I set up a new blog on this here blogger. I even picked her name and password, her template colors and filled in some of her profile information. She is one lazy person because HELLO, blogger makes it idiot proof. Ahem.

Well, after the blog was up then she wanted a Sitemeter account. So I started putting that together and then she didn’t want anything to be connected to her real life and so then I had to set up a gmail account for her and OH MY DEAR LORD IS THIS GIRL LAZY. But, really, I was happy to do it for her. I wish more of my friends would get on the blogging bandwagon.

And then, Post got all into it and started a lot of phone conversations with, “How do I …?”

To which I would respond, exasperated, “I don’t know, I just fooled around with stuff and read stuff and looked at other people’s blogs and just kinda figured it out. I have no idea what I am doing and the stuff I did months ago, I could not repeat if you paid me to.”

“Well,” she replied, “you can tell you don’t like to TEACH adults.”

“Nope,” I said, “I’m all patient and helpful to those who can’t help themselves, but when you’ve reached a certain age and you have a MASTERS DEGREE, then no, I don’t have any patience in teaching you. In fact, you should see me teaching friends to knit. I usually lose a few friends that way.”

And then one day I’m looking at her blog and she has in fact done something quite remarkable without me helping her or us getting in a fight and I totally called her and told her how proud I was. “Oh, look, little Post made her comments section say, “post bills here” rather than the generic, “comments.”” And I wondered if that was the same kind of pride a mother feels when her child is learning to walk and he takes his first step. Yeah, it’s totally the same feeling I think.


Posted by the fabulous Anna