I actually wrote this Wednesday evening, but then I unfortunately discovered that when I tried to place the post in WordPress, using Firefox, nothing happened (and I couldnʼt even access the HTML pane I normally use to paste what I have already typed in Scrivener and exported as HTML). And no matter what I pasted, typed or yelled, whenever I tried to save or preview my new addition, the contents (except for a title) vanished into nothingness.
On Thursday, I tried contacting the WordPress.com support team, but although my message was acknowledged as “flying through cyberspace,” nothing has resulted. And I remain unable (in Firefox) to use WordPress.
So today, just to test and see (while my visiting sister — go on, read the post and you will understand — is working on her own netbook in the living room), I thought I would investigate what might happen if I accessed my WordPress site (not the blog itself but the bloggerʼs own Dashboard site) using Google Chrome. Voilá! Here we are (fortunately I had saved both the original post and its HTML version in CopyPaste Pro).
You may now read what I wrote nearly forty-eight hours ago…
Hmmmm… better than two weeks without a post on old Wakdjunkagaʼs Blog. Not good.
What was going on? Was I deeply depressed at selling all my records for a mere $263?* Not particularly. But I have been wasting days really proficiently (not the correct word choice, there) every day, and have written nearly nothing of any kind (a few thousand words smartpenned as a kind of journal/diary and the starts of two different stories). But no blog posts.
And this one wonʼt be much. I have but a few minutes to do anything, having made tomorrowʼs lunch for The Lovely One (and our breakfast as well) and just now listened to the weather report (we may be expecting frost tonight — a significantly better** chance tomorrow night). She-Who-Must is working out, and as soon as she calls to let me know sheʼs on her way home, I need to fill the birdbath, which has gone bone dry (mostly because the soft ground has left the durned thing uneven, so when I fill it, the birds only end up with about half the water they should).
My sister is arriving sometime after 7:00 for a brief visit (actually, she has a meeting in Dubuque tomorrow and worked us in as free housing and a chance to see each other before moving on to my Aunt Alaireʼs Saturday for Easter celebrations). So I am simply making myself take a brief slack of time to actually compose something to comprise a post.
This is it. (Maybe Iʼm back.)
* (My brother David says he thinks theyʼll pull the couple dozen actually important records from the collection and sell those for a lot more than what they paid me for all of them. But as I suggested in the post previous, I had no interest in figuring out what might actually be valuable and then trying to sell those on eBay or wherever, whatever.)
** Perhaps I should say, “worse.” With spring having sprung in a major way a month early (or six weeks), we donʼt particularly want any frost. [Good Friday addition — we did get the frost and I did cover a few of our smaller plants last night.]
Today, Good Friday, this day that this post actually goes up, is also my brother Stephenʼs birthday — so “Happy Birthday” to him!!