With that out of the way, I can relax a little and take time to learn what I need to learn to create interactive apps for our online courses.
This doesn't come naturally to me. I'm an artist--or I was, before I burned out or whatever it was that happened. Anyway, that was a right-brain gig, and coding really isn't, or at any rate, it's a very different type of creativity. I can do it, though--it's just going to take me time to get a handle on programming, and a bit more effort than might be required of your average regulation computer nerd.
There was a further interruption in April, of course--on the 19th, my mother died. She had been in misery with a bastardly infection called Clostridium difficile, or c.diff, for months. I forget how many weeks she spent in hospitals or a rehab center, in and out, home for a bit, then back to the hospital when the damn infection got a foothold again. It was awful for her. She spent her last week in at-home hospice, telling two of my sisters what all she wanted done and who got what and so forth. I'm glad she had that much control of the situation. Her mind was sharp to the end, thank goodness. She was 92 years old.
|Arlene Fern Smith|
January 24, 1926 - April 19, 2018
And on we go.