I'm typing this with a certain trepidation. I have arrived at the editing page and am hoping that this entry will actually make it to the interwebs at long last.
We haven't heard what the problem was exactly, but our Admin, The Fearless Leader as I call him, was away from home and could not see to the problem. We have a Dear Diary Facebook page and some of us have been helping each other cope with the situation this last week. Breathing into paper bags came up as a possible solution to our anxiety. It became a little bit of a running joke.
Here's my paper bag:
The worse for wear.
While the blog was in exile, or was it I myself who was in exile....?
Both. :-)
I kept a little log to amuse myself...
(Prevaricator! You did it to keep from getting hysterical.)
Oh, all right.
Anyway, here it is:
Day one without access to my blog :
Experiencing mild annoyance… best expressed by something like… ‘Oh rats, it’s still being wonky. I guess I’ll go mop the floor.’
Day two without access to my blog:
Wow. Still down. That’s odd. Must be the spammers. Those wankers. I’d love to get my hands on a few of them and make them watch old Gunsmoke reruns for about 60 hours straight.
Oh well, I guess I’ll go bring up wood from the barn.
Day three:
This isn’t funny guys…. I have pictures from the new camera. They are pretty awesome. I need to share! I have a NEED TO SHARE !!!! ACK! (Calm down Cupcake. They are only photos of a maple tree in a bucket. What’s the big deal? It’ll wait.)
Perhaps you are right. I’ll just keep taking pictures. I’ll post them later. Everything will be all right. Right?
I guess I’ll go out and clean the coop up a bit.
Day four:
Okay, something REALLY IMPORTANT just happened out in the chicken coop. And I have absolutely beautiful photos of it! I think I’m going to faint!
(Here, breathe into this paper bag for a while.)
Where’s that bag BEEN? It looks pretty wrinkled up.
(You used it last time the blog was down… but to be honest… put this in perspective… that was a LONG time ago.)
You’re right. Blow, crackle, suck, crackle, blow, crackle, suck, crackle. Okay. let’s go do some weaving. I’m almost finished with that scarf……
Day five:
I’m losing my will to live. What is life if you can’t share it with friends? If I make butternut squash soup and don’t blog about it, is it really soup? (Make the soup.. Little Miss Sunshine is hungry and she’s pestering me to death about it.)
Oh all right. I’ll make soup.
Day six:
The ice pond is full again. There are stories about trees on the homestead. I’ve been filling the pages of my really real diary with jittery scribbles. I have a ‘to blog when we rejoin the space time continuum’ list that has reached nine possible entries. I feel like I am a passenger on ‘The Heart of Gold’ and I’m just about ready to kick the Improbability Drive in gear. Those who know will understand the implications.
Day seven:
( ) here. I’m afraid our little Cupcake, who thinks herself so courageous, so ready for outdoor adventures, so full of creativity and bravado, has collapsed on the kitchen floor… which is awash in dog hair by the way, don’t tell Red, she’ll get all in a flap about it. The paper bag was no longer sufficient to keep her from hyperventilating. I’m not worried. She’ll come around in a few minutes….. covered in dog hair mind you, but back in the land of the living. Though I don’t imagine this will have changed the fact that she is still a card carrying Dillweed. We will just have to accept this about her. Lord knows I have. But somehow, I never tire of reminding her. It’s one of life’s little pleasures.)
***
I have a list as long as my arm of things to catch up on here. Along with some nice photos from the new camera. And if you are reading this Oh Fearless Leader, THANK YOU for putting the space time continuum back in synchronicity! We love you!
The worse for wear.
While the blog was in exile, or was it I myself who was in exile....?
Both. :-)
I kept a little log to amuse myself...
(Prevaricator! You did it to keep from getting hysterical.)
Oh, all right.
Anyway, here it is:
Day one without access to my blog :
Experiencing mild annoyance… best expressed by something like… ‘Oh rats, it’s still being wonky. I guess I’ll go mop the floor.’
Day two without access to my blog:
Wow. Still down. That’s odd. Must be the spammers. Those wankers. I’d love to get my hands on a few of them and make them watch old Gunsmoke reruns for about 60 hours straight.
Oh well, I guess I’ll go bring up wood from the barn.
Day three:
This isn’t funny guys…. I have pictures from the new camera. They are pretty awesome. I need to share! I have a NEED TO SHARE !!!! ACK! (Calm down Cupcake. They are only photos of a maple tree in a bucket. What’s the big deal? It’ll wait.)
Perhaps you are right. I’ll just keep taking pictures. I’ll post them later. Everything will be all right. Right?
I guess I’ll go out and clean the coop up a bit.
Day four:
Okay, something REALLY IMPORTANT just happened out in the chicken coop. And I have absolutely beautiful photos of it! I think I’m going to faint!
(Here, breathe into this paper bag for a while.)
Where’s that bag BEEN? It looks pretty wrinkled up.
(You used it last time the blog was down… but to be honest… put this in perspective… that was a LONG time ago.)
You’re right. Blow, crackle, suck, crackle, blow, crackle, suck, crackle. Okay. let’s go do some weaving. I’m almost finished with that scarf……
Day five:
I’m losing my will to live. What is life if you can’t share it with friends? If I make butternut squash soup and don’t blog about it, is it really soup? (Make the soup.. Little Miss Sunshine is hungry and she’s pestering me to death about it.)
Oh all right. I’ll make soup.
Day six:
The ice pond is full again. There are stories about trees on the homestead. I’ve been filling the pages of my really real diary with jittery scribbles. I have a ‘to blog when we rejoin the space time continuum’ list that has reached nine possible entries. I feel like I am a passenger on ‘The Heart of Gold’ and I’m just about ready to kick the Improbability Drive in gear. Those who know will understand the implications.
Day seven:
( ) here. I’m afraid our little Cupcake, who thinks herself so courageous, so ready for outdoor adventures, so full of creativity and bravado, has collapsed on the kitchen floor… which is awash in dog hair by the way, don’t tell Red, she’ll get all in a flap about it. The paper bag was no longer sufficient to keep her from hyperventilating. I’m not worried. She’ll come around in a few minutes….. covered in dog hair mind you, but back in the land of the living. Though I don’t imagine this will have changed the fact that she is still a card carrying Dillweed. We will just have to accept this about her. Lord knows I have. But somehow, I never tire of reminding her. It’s one of life’s little pleasures.)
***
I have a list as long as my arm of things to catch up on here. Along with some nice photos from the new camera. And if you are reading this Oh Fearless Leader, THANK YOU for putting the space time continuum back in synchronicity! We love you!