Spring 2026. Phoning it in.

 Look. I don't know if Spring 2026 deserves a blog post more than any other season of any other year. I just started to get antsy after not having written a post in over a month.

I have discovered there's this weird out of kilter sensibility when one has had a blog for 20 years and then one ignores said blog for a time period that is longer than the normal cadence. A vague sense of unease sets in. Now, don't get me wrong: 

This does not, dear reader, constitute any sense of obligation to any of you, or even all 7 of you. I don't flatter myself for one major reason.

99% of this blog's visitors STILL arrive because they clicked over here hoping to determine if Cher is really an Indian (as she claims in the maybe or maybe not eponymous song "Half Breed.") 

Then they encounter this blog post.

The Cher blog post from 2013
that STILL gets hundreds of hits a week.

One of two things happens when the unwary scour the world wide web and wind up over on this decade old Cher post: 

Visitors either immediately bounce and this website never sees them again.

OR they get mad and write me comments pointing out all the fatal problems with my "research," which they apparently take as a full-on scholarly pursuit that is not unserious in any way.

For example, here's one apparently glaring problem: I wrote that if Cher were really a for real Indian, she'd know how to ride a horse. 

This is really discriminatory, according to many commenters. Not the "Indian" part which no one has heretofore mentioned (and in my defense the Cher post was written in 2013 well prior to anyone discovering that Columbus reached a new world and not, in fact, Asia). 

But the problem is this: Apparently, some very well credentialed, we're talking card carrying Native Americans cannot ride horses. Turns out, they may not have access to a horse. Even if you live in rural America, horse maintenance, housing, upkeep and vetrinary services are too expensive for all but a privileged few Native Americans.

So yeah, this been the biggest critique of my investigation. Me assuming that all Native Americans ride horses or potentially even commute on horseback in this day and age -- this is frankly ludicrous in the face of actual facts such as this video clearing showing someone of declared Native American decent heading to work on an alternative mode of transportation that is not in any way a horse:

https://youtube.com/shorts/lcWA2wEFkeY?si=Aa1IsjMobebq8NZL

Ok well, this post went off the rails. So much for any documentation of Spring 2026.

Honestly I was intending to write about a bunch of the art exhibits we went to, or maybe our trip to Scottsdale. Or how we just got back from the Jackie Robinson museum. 

OR - this might have been the best idea. I could have written about the incident when a news camera crew guy mistook me and my friend Bruce for a married couple (neither of our husbands would be too thrilled if this were the case). 

The news crew wanted to interview us about Bruce's dog, who was dressed up in a cute costume. 

I said, "oh it's not my dog," and the camera man goes, "Well you look like a couple!"

He had this accusatory tone, like it's our fault he was confused. 

I blurted, "well that sure says more about you than it does about us" and stalked off down the street.

Bruce, of course, took the interview. His dog is in fact way too cute to miss an on-air opportunity.