Beatrix just pushed one button and erased my entire blog post. I feel downcast, especially since I'd paused twice to stand up and help the children with various tasks. Good deeds are not always rewarded. There you have it. Solomon was right all along.
Once, in the dark ages of computers before "Autosave," I was typing an enormous research paper for a college class when the electricity blinked. In one terrible instant my entire paper vanished. All those polished, carefully chosen words--gone. I shook with anger, tears streamed down my face, and I cried the entire time I rewrote the paper. Determined, not broken, but deeply grieved.
Now why would Blogger set things up so that one mislaid finger from a three-year-old whom you've just convinced NOT to sit in your lap so you can read a Richard Scarry book yet again would ruin everything? That's what happens when you're all full of your own rhetoric instead of vacuuming the house before your mother comes to visit.
Well, here's the summary of my last blog post, just the bare bones with no embellishment:
It was hot and humid
It rained
I slept
Martin's in Louisville with thousands of penniless English professionals grading GREs and sampling bourbon
I wish I could sample bourbon
I forget the names of things (such as the Bird Tree and the black and yellow birds)
I think that's it.
O, wow. A beautifully patterned, solitary robin stands calmly on the low porch roof, his black beak in the air. Occasionally he turns his head as if to assess the change in the air after the storm. No feathers ruffle; he is strangely unaffected by the screams of the girls and the rumbling of Bea's ride-on bus as she rattles through the dining room. He looks wise beyond worms or nests, a bird guru. Maybe I'll ask him a question. He will show me the way.
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I laughed out loud at your expression "full of my own rhetoric." It's a wonder I can get through the door sometimes.
Once in the dark ages before auto save, I'd worked long and hard on an advertising campaign. My girls were still little, so that work had come at hard cost--mainly late at night. It was about 3 a.m. when I was just putting the finishing touches on three (yep, three) different approaches, and I HIT THE WRONG BUTTON. Whoosh. It was gone, and I was up until the 9 a.m. deadline recreating a pale version. Where was the guru bird then? If only I'd looked outside.
Jill,
Your story about losing all your late-night work. . .oh, I groan with you. How absolutely awful. A bird guru was probably there, somewhere outside your window, gazing at the wide sky with impenetrable eyes. If only we could understand the birds when they speak--they seem to have life down.
There are several distilleries near Fort Knox.
When we went out to see Ariel off, we didn't have time to tour any of them.
But your old Uncle has to go back soon to take care of some apartment and storage issues for him.
This time, I will be on a more leisurely pace.
Since I'm driving I won't be able to partake of any of the sampling.
At least I can take in the aroma, and bring some back with me!
Even with auto-save, work can be lost when the power burps.
Ariel bought me a UPS, so when the power goes, nothing is lost, and you have time to power down properly.
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