And there were ants in the cereal

Breathe, it says...

It's a morning and a half already. But I'm trying to take my own advice (published right here, even!) and chill.


Did you know you needed to fiddle with the MX records inside Squarespace in order to move one email account from GoDaddy to G Suite?

Me neither. I followed the transfer steps and assumed everything would work out fine, since Squarespace was doing the MX fiddling for me. Which they did. Squarespace is cool.


Lurking in the bowels of the custom DNS settings for my domain (look under "settings" "advanced" "you don't want to go there" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"), which I'd earlier transferred from GoDaddy to Squarespace (you could say I'm on the move, digitally speaking), were a couple of rogue MX records pointing to the old email server, which no longer had a mailbox attached to it.

Egad. Conflict. My email was going nowhere!

Now, I confess I enjoyed the 36-hour break from email. Except of course for anything important I might have missed. Such as notes from you. If you think I've been ignoring your email, please send it again. Chances are it went into the big graveyard inside the multigalactic fiber optic cable.

I was pretty pleased with Old Self for having figured this all out and having managed to fix it - and all before 9 am too.


Kids got up and I gave them their Saturday morning bowl of SugarFrostCrapBomb sweet cereal and what do you know - some ants had gotten into the box and were now swimming in the kids' bowls.

They're just tiny cute ants, and there weren't even that many of them, but oh dear the shrieks. I metaphorically showed them my zen picture (OK, OK, I barked at them to get a freaking grip and just flick the stowaways into the woods) and within five minutes they were all joking about alternative protein sources and ant swimming techniques.

I think we'll go for a swim soon. And remember to breathe.


Yes, it's sort of like the serenity prayer. But I like my version better.

Very dead turtle

Nature is tough. This poor thing was discovered by my daughters not far from the cottage. They were thrilled to have found it, because they thought it meant some of our baby turtles had made it past babyhood. (Yes, but not by much.) 


I'm really glad to have a place where my kids experience real, unsanitized nature. Also gratified that said children aren't freaked out by dead animals. 


What happiness is - simply put

Today's inspiring quote comes from my daughter. Yesterday we were listening to a podcast on positive thinking and happiness and the interviewees were explaining - at great lengths - what happiness is. I was keenly interested but my daughter kind of lost patience with them and exclaimed: "Why does it take so long to explain happiness? Just do what you like and do it well!"

I thought that was quite profound. Just do what you like, and do it well.

Scraps of magic

A couple of design ideas for a logo (a clothing store for girls), that I played with - with help from the girls. Can you tell which one they liked best?