Hello from Hothlanta!
If you visit my main site, you may notice it has been completely transformed. Yes, I figured it was time to move to a WordPress-based site, mainly due to the siren call of easily customizable layouts. One of the most wearisome aspects of building my own website by my lonesome* was the fact that my content did not automatically transfer into the shiny new format. But now! Oh, now, I can go for a new look with impunity, whenever I fancy! (Or as near to impunity as makes no nevermind.)
Of course, in the course of making this transition, I literally destroyed my website three times. I had to open multiple support tickets with my hosting service, and make impassioned pleas for help to my dearest tech adviser and friend, David. WordPress isn’t quite as easy as her fetching temptress appearance would have you believe. That’s okay. We understand each other better now.
Please do, come and have a look-see: you can find all of my reviews, and a bit of free fiction and poetry. I’ve also managed to upload and organize my fledgling attempts at photography, and put together a small showcase of my likewise novice jewelry creations. Tell me what you think, and if you find anything that’s broken or missing. I would appreciate it.
Would you believe that I am currently snowed in here in the metro Atlanta area? Hotlanta, as the city is often nicknamed, has transformed into Hothlanta in the last 24 hours. My apartment complex is buried under about five inches of snow and no little ice, with sleet and the occasional snow falling as I type this. We’re literally locked in - cars frozen in place, parking lot untreated, and the road down the hill impassable (to our vehicle at least).
I know this amount of snow is a pittance in comparison to essentially anywhere a couple of hours north of us and beyond, but it’s crippling to somewhere this far South. We’re just not built or organized to handle it. We’re not accustomed to the road conditions that result, and unfamiliarity in this case is deadly. The busy thoroughfares were at a standstill last night, as vehicles got stuck or lost purchase or spun out. A ridiculous number of cars have been abandoned. Eighteen-wheelers have jackknifed, and MARTA buses have ended up immobile on the highway, blocking three lanes of traffic while the authorities have a devil of a time trying to get it moving again.
Hundreds of flights have been cancelled at Hartsfield. All government offices and schools are closed. UPS and FedEx cancelled all service in the metro area, and the word from the USPS was “you may or may not get your mail.” Malls are closed, banks are closed. MARTA cancelled all bus transit service in the metro area. It’s an utter mess out there, and I can’t blame the officials for declaring a state of emergency throughout the state.
I am grateful that my husband and I have no cause to leave the house until Wednesday. The road conditions continue to worsen as the ice thickens, and I don’t fancy any travel tomorrow. I hope we have a handle on this by Wednesday, though: there’s business to attend to then.
* Er, and by “by my lonesome,” I mean “with no insignificant help from dear friends like David and Ryan.”
Mirrored from Deborah J. Brannon.