Meanwhile across the hall

Ye olde Main Site will be placed in semi-stasis on Thursday, per this letter from the host:

Our technical operations team is constantly working to improve our services. As part of these improvements, we will be moving your MySQL databases to a new server while upgrading the MySQL version to 5.6. This migration will take place this Thursday, the 1st of October, starting at 10AM PDT. Migrating the databases from their current location will take all day to complete, however you will only experience 5 to 10 minutes of downtime when your databases are actually moved. During this maintenance, please try not to make any updates to your site (it will just prolong the migration). We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!

I expect this place will be running, or at least ambulatory.

The current stable version is 5.6.26; 5.7.7 is out as a preview release, but the host has a rule about installing preview releases, and I don’t blame them.

Why I’m Terrified To Have Grandchildren

It does get easier by the second one, if only because you know you didn’t damage the first. (At least, you hope you didn’t.)

I Ruin Joy

Why I’m Terrified To Have GrandchildrenI could give you a long list of things that I have forgotten in my car. I have forgotten my purse, my phone, my charger and my vaping pen. I am irresponsible leaving these things in my car. Luckily for me, it wasn’t my grandchild, but it could have been. A quiet baby, I’m a new grandma, I’m checking out hot guys online, I can see me making a mistake. What if I made that mistake? I’ve left my purse on the top of my car and drove off!

I’m truly scared. What if I forget, what if I’m not thinking, what if I’m stoned? What if?

I want to be an awesome grandma, but I’m afraid, I would hate to have to call one of my kids and tell them something happened to their child. I am horribly saddened by the news stories lately regarding grandparents and accidents with their…

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Magic Men

The little moppet down the street who thinks her bike, training wheels and all, is the greatest thing since sliced bread? She’s right. And if she’s wiser than I, when she reaches my age she will remember that.

Gunmetal Geisha

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Magic Lanterns

From across the deck, the culprit looked up to see the three of us making figure-eights at each other.

Continued from Magic Girls. If you haven’t read it, please start here.

There was a point, maybe around age seventeen, when I believed myself to have become a grownup. It was a tragedy. I just wasn’t going to catch that giddy sensation in my throat anymore by hiding under tables and boring into rug patterns. Everybody mourned the loss of wonder, and maybe some people dabbled with drugs because being high meant seeing light years in dashes, and an old wizard in a rock.

It was through the eyes of others that I saw wonder hadn’t deserted me. Any time I walked beside a guy, whether on a hiking path or city street, they took delight in, or showed annoyance at, the number of times I stopped to lean…

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