Dear friends and occasional readers,

I just want you to know that I have been stopping by your blogs and often leave comments. I realize however, that you would never know that because my comments just disappear. I don’t know why this is happening. I’ve sent emails to WP Support, to no avail. You might check your ‘spam’ folder to see if my comments end up there, but for now, I don’t know what happens. Like I said, I just want you to know that I have been reading your wonderful postings . . . at least for now.

I’m heading off to study (I’m back in school), so my absence will be real for a while, but until now I have been to see you. Maybe WP will see this (or maybe not) and possibly something will be done to correct the situation (possibly). At any rate, thank you for stopping by, and sometime maybe I’ll once again be afforded the opportunity to comment on your wonderful blogs. Who knows?


Cecelia Futch


Gmail, I Don’t Swear As a Rule, BUT . . .

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Hmmm . . . I was wondering why I stopped receiving notifications when my blogging friends posted new stories. Once upon a time my gmail box would be full every time I visited. I looked forward to reading what others were writing about, or photographing. I enjoyed visiting other sites when I could. Even when I got behind (usually due to studies or other life events), I knew that notifications would be waiting for me and I could catch up when time allowed. But for a few weeks now, my gmail box has been almost empty. There have been a few listings here and there, but only from sites outside of WordPress. Hmmm . . . (yes, I know I’m repeating myself). Had WordPress changed the way they notified blog subscribers? I found myself using the blog reader in WP, but that didn’t work so well when I wanted to go back and read back-posts from a week ago, or two weeks ago. Or, for those who post only two or three times a week, or less, it is a hit-or-miss situation. I found that I was missing many posts from a lot of bloggers that I enjoy keeping up with. MInd you, there are times when I definitely get behind. I’m in the midst of one of my most challenging quarters yet (lots of statistics–ugh!) but it is nice to take a break here and there, read something a friend has written, leave a comment when I can, or check “like” to let my buddies know that I stopped by. WELL, this morning while I was exploring the “new” gmail, which probably isn’t so new anymore, I discovered that I had close to 3,000 notifications in my spam folder…. 3,000!!!! You gotta be kidding me!!! So, I checked it out, and sure enough that is where ALL WordPress notifications of your wise, wonderful, insightful, beautiful, inspiring, funny, elegant and otherwise great postings have been going. GRRRRRRRRR….  Why they started sending the notifications to my spam box, I don’t know.

Well, it is not the end of the world, nor is the sky falling. The earth is not shaking (I’ve experienced that a few times and it is definitely more frightening than my email in my gmail going to spam mail). It is an aggravation, nothing more. But I do depend on the mail to help me keep abreast of what is happening in the blogging world. Soooooo  . . . I’ll try to get this straightened out. My absence from your sites is not intentional, nor does it mean my blogging days are waning. It simply means the GMAIL IS FALLING DOWN ON THE JOB! (Do you think that the gmail fairies are reading this blog?)  I may not be able to catch up with all the postings (3,000, can you believe it!), but I’ll be back to see you soon.

In the meantime, have a glorious day.  I feel better now that I’ve gotten this off my chest. 🙂 I hope you are feeling great, too!

With affection for all my blogging friends,

Cecelia Futch 🙂

A Fine Oily Mess

I’m heartbroken about the oily mess in the Gulf of Mexico.  I grew up in Louisiana.  That is my home state and even though it has been years since I’ve been there, Louisiana will always be my home state.  The state has some of the most fascinating wildlife in this country.  Cypress trees with roots that sink deep into the murky bayous, their branches draped with long, gray, curly tendrils of Spanish moss, exotic birds, varieties of snakes, colorful spiders, abundant fish, and more live in those waters.  Unique is the word that best describes the culture and life of the southern Louisiana lowlands and marshes.  I lived mainly in the northern panhandle, but what happened south of the capital Baton Rouge, affected the entire state.  I liked living in Louisiana.  I grew up thinking our state was special.  Moving north to Kentucky when I was a teenager was a traumatic experience, and it took a few years to adjust to living life in the “north.”  I never actually visited the Gulf when we lived in Louisiana.  I didn’t make it to those waters until I was in college and I went down to the Florida Keys during spring break.  Pelicans, the Louisiana state bird, were ubiquitous, and beautiful even if a bit strange looking.  The beaches were beautiful, the sun hot.  We did all the touristy things, not the Daytona stuff of movies.  Our small group camped near the beach, swam out on the reef, watched stingray and barracuda swim beneath us.  The Florida part of the Gulf is not like the Louisiana Gulf, but it was beautiful and fun, too.  It, too, will soon be “affected” by the oil gushing from a mile deep in the Gulf of Mexico.

Today, pictures of the Gulf filling up with oil break my heart.  I can’t bear to look at any more photographs.  The magnitude of what has happened is staggering.  President Obama, in his recent speech addressing the issue, made the statement that we do not presently have the technology to stem the flow of oil.  Do not have the technology????  As in we have nothing invented yet to stop the oil from gushing into the gulf?  As in there is nothing we can do about this at the present moment?  Are you kidding me????  We put men on the moon decades ago and we don’t have the technology to do anything about this?  Wildlife is being destroyed.  Destroyed!  Not only is the oil polluting the water, oxygen beneath the oil is being depleted.  Fish, birds, dolphins, sharks—All sea animals are rushing to shallow water attempting to escape suffocation.  They will die in the shallow waters.  BP…I have no words strong enough to tell them what I think of them.  They knowingly violated safety regulations.  Why?  Greed.  They bought up BP searches on Google and Yahoo, in order to replace the entries with their own spin of what is happening.  Why?  Greed.  They have worked to prohibit, inhibit, and squelch stories, journalists, photographers, reporters from seeing those waters and telling us what is going on.  Why?  Greed.  BP has been far more interested in making sure their stockholders get their money than in stopping the flow of oil, or cleaning up the mess they have made.  BP is so far out of touch with what they have done to the entire ecosystem and culture of the Gulf of Mexico, it is criminal, and their cavalier attitude is arrogant to the point of revulsion.  And, on top of all that, eleven people lost their lives.  Eleven families will never see their loved one again.  All people who live and work on the waters of the Gulf of Mexico are watching their livelihood being drowned in oil.  We have all lost because BP thumbed its nose at safety regulations, and have been thumbing their noses, we have learned, for quite some time.  And now, now we don’t have the technology to stop the oil from gushing into the Gulf of Mexico, or to clean up this gargantuan mess.

I’m heartbroken.  I grieve.  I’m mad as hell.  And I don’t know what to do to make it all better, to go back to its former rich and lush and beautiful self.  I pray.  But the oil is still gushing.  And we don’t have the technology to stop it.