I’ve been known to pull my hair out. Threaten the computer with a axe. Scream. Cry. Whine. Whimper.
None of it helps.
Because somehow as I’ve gotten older and computers have become more ubiquitous, my ability to work with them has faded until this blog is truly the limit of my capability – and even that sometimes is too much. Take last night for instance.
Because we’re frequently out of wifi (and even cell phone) range while cruising, I found a nifty little blog publishing app that allows me to compose and store my entries off-line. I can write what I’m thinking when I’m thinking it, save it in its finished form, then post it whenever we get to a point where I can get online.
So last night I composed another blog to go with one I’d saved the night before, all about a scary/maddening/PTSD-inducing experience we had when a lobster boat decided to play chicken with us, and me at the helm knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to get out of the way if he really did intend to cut us in two. Which of course he didn’t – probably just having a good laugh at our expense – but it didn’t help me develop the “love your fellow man” zen state I’ve been hoping for. Not even a little.
And that blog? Suddenly “poof”, along with the previous one which also included a lament about their being an awful lot of “boaters” out here that have no idea what the rules are, and on and on…
Not uplifting. Not funny and enlightening. Kind of depressing, actually.
And evidently the universe doesn’t want me to write that way, because they’re gone, and there’s nothing I can do about it and I am NOT going to relive the whole sordid train of thought and try to re-create them. There was enough bad Juju floating around here the last time.
Instead? Here’s Kittery’s Back Cove at 5:30am:
Because really, that’s what matters. The sun rose, and it was absolutely breathtaking. It’ll set tonight in a similar manner.
So there, Zen state. Welcome back.