goodbye to white-on-black
oh my goodness. i am filled to the brim here today, as i type these white keys on the black page. chalk to the chalkboard i always thought of it. all these five years, two months, two weeks and five days.
oh, i’ve heard grumbles now and then. hard to see. makes folks eyes do the wazzle-dazzle, which means the albino letters get all wobbly, do a dance on the black velvet curtain, and it’s impossible to read.
i’ve always found it homey. but then i like cloudy days, a gray november day is some of God’s best artwork, far as i’m concerned.
so it’ll be a bit like taking off the sunglasses when we up and move over the weekend. when we kiss iWeb goodbye, this lovely little paintset that all these years has let me play here, write my heart out, let you join in on the hearty conversation.
in the nine gazillion changes underfoot, i found out not so long ago (where was i when the smoke signals went up?) that ol’ iWeb will soon be obsolete, and mobileMe, the cloud that carries the chair to all your houses, it is evaporating come summer.
it’s pretty much like finding a bright orange eviction notice slapped on your front door. or parking in some illicit spot downtown and finding a big ol’ chicago police department clamp on your back right wheel. while you were away, the sheriff came and booted you.
so as long as i was leaping out of airplanes in the last few weeks, i decided now’s the time to make the one last leap. we are moving, you and i and all our chairs and the kitchen table too. and worry not, i won’t forget the old milk pitcher, the cracked one up above. i’ll haul it along. with all the coffee mugs and spoons.
all you have to do is ring the same old doorbell. i’ll be there, waiting on the other end.
i’ve been doing all the packing for the last few days. trying to make it all cozy over in the new place. the walls are white. and some of you — though you’re not here reading, because you told me long long ago that you would not read a place where words come out all chalky white on slate — well some of you will be tickled to learn that the new place believes in black letters on white walls. just like in the old days, when you could count on ink getting smeared all over your mitts as you read the morning’s news.
i up and moved — with MAJOR assist from the chief technical saint, my little brother bri, who swooped on a cape and saved the day when i thought the chair was forever lost — every last one of the 523 daily meanders that have meandered here, and soon as i’m done with this one, making it a neat 524, i’ll carry this one over there too. sort of like when the moving van takes all the big stuff, and you throw one last lamp there beside you in the passenger seat, lest it get left behind.
it might take a while to get the curtains up, to make it all pretty again. for one thing i have a full 524 photos to move, one by one. and somehow the paragraph indentations all got lost. can you even begin to guess how many paragraphs need to be indented? oh lord, does anyone know a 1-800 listing for the paragraph patrol?
as with any move, i’m a bowl of floopy noodles over here. part of me is sad to leave this place that’s been such a fine home for me, and my heart. and the words that spill here.
this ol’ house was built with and by my sweet college boy. back when he was just an eighth-grader. i loved the way he sat down that long ago december’s night, and started poking buttons and next thing i knew he had me shoved out the window and onto the blogosphere.
where would we be without the ones who push us from behind when we don’t realize how very much we need the shove?
i might walk around one last time. peek in corners i’ve not seen in a long long time. wipe off the last of the cobwebs, then take one big brave breath, and pull the shades.
there’s a new place waiting for all of us to pull up chairs. and it’s a spiffy place. it’s got tricks and marvels i can’t begin to grasp. not yet anyway.
for starters, i don’t think you’ll ever be tangled again in the darn comment snags, the ones here on iWeb that sometimes let you pipe up and add your thoughts, and sometimes kept you banging on the window, trying to get someone to let you in.
i never much like change. i could wear the same old pair of slippers till my big toe pokes through (and it is, even as i type). i wouldn’t notice if a rug was worn to the threads. it’d be the same old beautiful rug it was the day i brought it home.
so this moving thing gives me the wobbles too. and i’m all worried you won’t find it cozy. but it’s clean. and we’ll all be together. and the coffee will never stop percolating there on the cookstove.
give me a wee bit of time to gussy it up.
and stick with me.
the other night, when i thought the chair was lost, when i thought our zillions of heart beats shared would never ever see the light of day, i cried myself to sleep. real tears. poured onto my pillow.
oh, sure, these are just computer keys that i push down with the pads of my fingers. but you all know the secret: they are wired straight to the nerve center of my heart.
this is all virtual, indeed. but what spins from here is as real as anything i have ever known. and it is propelling me, keeping me airborne.
so that’s it.
just one last thing: have i told you lately that with all my heart and all my soul, thanks for coming all these years.
now, let me grab the coffee and let’s get goin’ down the lane. we’ll make it just right. i promise.
love, the chair lady
housekeeping: you have nothing to do, nothing to change. the tech committee and i will get the phones changed, the new mailbox hung. just find the chair the old way, pullupachair.org
you’ll find us, wherever we are….
and i’ll be waiting…
first order of housekeeping: transferring over 7 comments that didn’t make it into the moving boxes….
Will be there, wherever thou goest …
Friday, March 2, 2012 – 09:44 PM
I am here and I will be there….although I will miss the white on black letters.
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 07:14 AM
it does feel cozy somehow, the dark with white popping off it? i have always liked it too, but it does weird things to too many eyes. i suppose my liking it is in line with the fact that i love cloudy days. and could easily be a monk……dappled light is my favorite kind. i’m not big on straight-on sun. ah well….
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 10:14 AM
I am all ready to see the new place, take the tour, admire how you’ve decorated and, while I’m also of a crepuscular bent, savor what new reflections you have in all this light! (I know you’re Mac, so I can’t make any Windows puns.) Just hope all those other yummy features besides the meanderings will be on the table, or on an easy-to-reach sideboard, too.
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 03:40 PM
I will carry my own chair and mug over if it helps! Looking forward to new digs, although I will always have fond memories of this warm and cozy corner of the world.
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 04:03 PM
I’m looking forwarding to visiting you in the new space!
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 06:46 PM
dearest MB and other fans of dark shadowy coves,
i’ve been toiling away all day on the new place and after spending time over here, i took a visit there and was stunned to find i LIKED all the white. i suddenly realized it felt like cottony sheets hanging on the clothes line in summer. now there’s an image to tuck in your head and savor the newfound palette change. i am thinking of vintage white damask napkins, my grandmother’s lace-edge handkerchiefs, folded-up sheets that smell a bit like the fresh air and sunshine in which they dried. and, darn it, soon as i figure out how to change the URL and all those new fangled computery things, we’ll be there. my college tech committee seems to be not answering his mother’s emails. so i believe i have one last mountain to climb before we all get there. if left to my own devices i could redirect us all to timbuktu or something…..
stay tuned. and besides i have a few more pillows to fluff before i swing open the front door, and see if any visitors ring the bell. (wouldn’t that be grand if a blog had a doorbell, and people rang and i answered?) can you tell i’m overfueled on coffee???? xoxo
Saturday, March 3, 2012 – 06:52 PM
White on black or black on white … I’m there. Cannot wait for #525. I will know you by the red polka dot mug, dear bam.