old lady with wide brimmed floppy hat smiles into the camera. she is sitting on a chair (offscreen) with her elbows on the arms. there are green leaves and ferns in the backdrop

8 Days and Counting

In 8 days my Gramma will be 100.

And she lives with me. 

I started considering doing this blog about 2 weeks ago.

I only pursued it last week when I had about 10 people all but dare me to do it. I wanted to honor Gramma so I jumped blindly into the blogging world. 

There’s a learning curve

I have enough content in my head to do a million posts, and had the first 2 outlined, with blank pages for the following 8, but in the last week I’ve discovered I’m embarrassingly ignorant of thousands of blogging terminologies. I know about CEOs, but SEOs??? Someone asked if I was going to monetize, and I tried to wrap my head around making money off of my 99yo Gramma(!)

chillly winter sk, lonely birch trees in the backdrop of an old fashioned streetlamp festooned with a red Chritmas bow

So, because my daughter randomly texted this morning that it is 24 weeks until Christmas, and therefore holiday music is on the brain, this maid went a-milking.

photo by Josh Harrison on Unsplash (because I haven’t figured out yet how to properly insert the credit line)

I’ve watched at least half a dozen videos about keyword research (elderly? Caregiver? 100 year old?) until I am beyond information overload. This old dog that is trying to learn new tricks just wants to go lay down for awhile! (see how I worked the word “old” into that sentence and you didn’t even notice it?!

elderly lady sitting on walker in front of a glass front door. She has a bottle of Lipton tea in one hand, and oxygen tubing rolled up in the other. ferns and flowers line the porch, and you can see a wooden hand railing. Her shadow reflects off the front door behind her

Gramma has had a great day today. It’s a Monday, which means she’s slept quite a bit. Sundays wear her out because she goes to church. 

At this exact moment, she is sitting at our front door looking at the plants. She’s drinking her daily bottle of Lipton ICED TEA peach. Her other hand holds the rolled-up oxygen tubing for which she leaves just enough slack that it lays flat on the floor. There has got to be a simple engineer-minded fix to the constant trip-hazard of tubing. Surely by the time I’m 100, they will have perfected it?!

(More learning…)

(THIS is an Amazon link to the Lipton peach tea that she drinks every day. But I haven’t figured that out.

Yet.

Maybe tomorrow?)

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that you should show forth the praises of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light: (1 Peter 2:9 KJV)

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