This whole “About” section, with it’s own dedicated page, sort of confuses me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand it’s function, but I mean the whole darn blog is “About” me, isn’t it? I did not create this tab and link in my blog. It came with the template, and since I spent hours agonizing over templates, when I found one I liked that seemed easy to set up and navigate, I pounced on it. It was only after getting the technical end partly figured out that I realized it was here and I probably needed to put something on this page for the curious few who click over and want to know a little bit more about me than just my soul-baring fiascoes.
If you read my Welcome post you already know a little bit about how I came to be here and that Effie Fallire is a pseudonym. If you didn’t know who I was when you first arrived at my site I’m still not telling. There is a man behind the curtain (or rather a real woman behind the fictional Effie Fallire) but this is not that curtain. I can tell you that I am no wizard or witch because, if I was, I would have already magically erased all my past mistakes and I would have nothing to write about. I can also tell you that I live in the Hippie-Happy Valley in Western Massachusetts in a tiny apartment by myself. I don’t have any pets because they aren’t allowed but it’s probably a good thing anyway since I am still in mid-life transition and being directly responsible for another living thing might be beyond my capabilities right now. That includes plants. I have none of those either but I have always had a black thumb so I have lived plant-less most of my adult life. There were a few in the house when I was living with my husband but they had to rely on him for survival. Last week I bought an organic basil plant. I had hoped that I could keep at least that small plant alive and have fresh basil to go with tomato and mozzarella on occasion but it died a couple of days ago. I watered it and gave it sunlight but somehow it knew it’s chances of survival with me over the long term were slim. I honestly believe it euthanized itself.
I do have four children and they all still speak to me (theoretically anyway) so I guess I did something right. I have one biological son, two step-sons and a step daughter. They are all over the age of 21and live locally but not with me. They have their issues like everyone does and I will accept partial blame for screwing them up along with myself but three of them have two other parents I can shift some of that onto and the other has one. Phew.
I think that’s enough for now. Maybe I’ll update this section from time to time but I just noticed the cool thing under my WordPress editing page that lists other blogs with related content. One of them is about How Not To Kill Every Plant You Touch. I can’t decided if this function of WordPress is fantastic or disturbing but I clearly need to read that. I included a link for anyone else who wants to read it as well.