The ballet school has accepted my offer to exchange a web site for dance lessons!
We are both excited and a little nervous.
There is this great scene in Seabiscuit that relates a bit to how I am feeling. The character played by Jeff Bridges (Charles Howard) moves to California and opens a bicycle repair shop. No one comes for what seems like days. He has on his best suit and his display window is spit shined. He waits anxiously, but still no one comes. Eventually an automobile, puffing and smoking something awful rolls up to his door. As cars were still a fairly new invention and rather a rare thing for the common man, there were no repair garages; this guy brings his broken car to the bike shop as the closest alternative. He asks if Howard can fix it. Desperate for some business, he exclaims something like, "Sure I can!"
The next scene opens to show Howard surrounded by the parts of the car, taken apart and surrounding him on the floor of his bicycle shop. You get a pit in your stomach for him because you know there is no way he's going to be able to put the dang thing together again. He rubs his forehead in a What have I gotten myself into kind of way, and all of the audience thinks What has he gotten himself into?
But, he picks up one part and puts it together with another part. The next thing you know, he's not only fixed the car, but has improved it's performance.
I think I'm in that scene with the parts all over the floor. How in the world is a bicycle repairman (blogger) going to fix this automobile (build a web site)?
I don't know for sure, but I think this part--hurmph--goes with this part--heeeft. I think I can, I think I can . . .