Oh shoot, I hate it when I have to look at my long held policies and think, “How did this turnabout come about?” Wait, I don’t think that. I think, “Well, for crying out loud, this pisses me off.” Or words to that effect.

For as long as I can remember, I had a tendency to adapt the way folks generally did things to my quirks – such as not re-enforcing a sofa leg, but just putting some books under the sagging corner. (This has become problematic now that I’m a Kindle user, but no need to explore the book vs. ereader conversation now.)

My mother was like this to an extent and well I remember the anecdote she told me about  the cooks throwing away a third of the broth that was produced when preparing a certain dish for a holiday dinner. One day someone asked why and all the ladies in the kitchen replied that was the way their mother/grandmother did it. Then this very old lady seated in a corner of the kitchen piped up and said, “We didn’t have a pan big enough for all of it.”

Now, I am the one lamenting, “But that’s the way it’s always been.” I say (whine) that every time software people decide to “improve” something. I’m doing it again today. I opened WordPress to find that they are introducing a Gutenberg format. Oh, great, my WordPress theme is so old it  has not been supported for maybe eight years. I have always ignored these “update” notices.

BUT now Gutenberg is automatically going to be installed unless I elect to download and install the classic editor. I am tempted to just throw it to the wind and let Gutenberg do what it will to my site. However, there are some posts that aren’t too badly written or have memories and pictures I don’t want to lose. I guess I am going to have to research how to backup this outdated theme and be able to actually access the backup.

I wish they would just leave my pot alone; I don’t want a bigger one; I’m happy throwing a third of my broth away. Sometimes this Lifelong Learning stuff stretches my mind too much.

So, I have whined and lamented and complained and now I am going to my fallback behavior – pouting.