Yes, that time of year has arrived where I must pay Hosting and Domain Name renewal fees. This year, however, I am solely renewing the domain name of http://jessicadoyle.ca.
I have enjoyed hosting a WordPress.org Blog. I learned a helluva lot. The learning curve has become a burden I am sad to say, as I am inept at updating the software, and the sheer volume of possible combinations of themes, plugins and CSS styles has overwhelmed me. Moving to WordPress.com will eliminate most of that choice bringing things back to basics and what I truly want to do, write, draw and share.
Since moving to Saint John the realization of:
a. I am not stupid set in and,
b. Simplify your online life both became quite apparent.
I know enough to make a choice in pursuit of happiness rather than remain stagnant on this Blog.
I can be found at http://jessicadoyle.wordpress.com. In a month I’ll be pointing that Blog to the domain name of http://jessicadoyle.ca after I complete transferring all the published posts on this Blog to that Blog. And from what I have discovered that is no easy task plugin or no plugin. My categories have disappeared and I am no XML wizard. But, I will do my best even if it comes down to copying and pasting each post, 345 in all manually. I wanted to do some editing anyways!
For the time being I will not be updating this Blog nor the WordPress.com Blog. I will be updating Flickr with art and handwritten posts two or three times per week. Hope to see you around! And I will announce when I am alive over on WordPress.com.
Wish me luck.
Mother Earth is a diva and the chalice is an IUD.
Could it be true?
Oddly enough this was the scheduled post for today. The last post Little Brian died today is purely coincidental or is it?
Brian, the boyfriend of my friend Dawn who is very much alive.
Brian’s drawing of CROW. I love giving my pen and journal to people who say they cannot draw. Funny thing is… they always draw or write something within those pages. I have many drawings from other people contained within dozens of journals from years gone by. I’ll create a book someday, entitled DrunkaRds DrawRings.
The phone just rang. I answered. It was an acquaintance of my Dad’s. He says to me “Little Brian died.” I said I’d let my Dad know. Then I asked who Little Brian was. “Is he the Brian with the beard who worked with my Dad sometimes at the building? The man replied “yes”. I said I know Brian. He and my Dad are great friends. My chest heaved.
He went on explaining how he had been found in his room, that he had been dead for four or five days before they found him.
Brian didn’t have many people in his life. He had his drinking buddies. He had my Dad. Last month Brian had lost so much weight. The doctors hadn’t given him his prescription for Ensure. He had been starving. My Dad fed him. Ah my Dad is going to be so sad. He drove Brian a couple of weeks ago to the doctor to get that damn prescription and then drove him to the druggist to fill the prescription written for six cases of Ensure. Brian had trouble eating and only had one lung. He was an alcoholic.
I know what it feels like to be hungry and not be able to eat normal foods from having Chron’s disease 10 years ago and from recovering from addiction 2 years ago. And the only damn thing that you can keep down is Ensure.
I miss Brian now. My Dad is going to be heartbrokenâ€¦ They got together once or twice a week to work or go yardsalin’.
Wherever you are Brian you will remembered for your laughter, smile and frank eccentric way of living. The Doyle’s love you.
Sometime in June
Reaching out in a molskine cahier