Cricket Did It
I just wish I had someone to blame for my stupidity today. I've tried and tried to
find a way to make this all Cricket's fault (since
I'm mad at him anyway), but I just can't come up with anything. I suppose I'll
just have to call it all a lesson in humility.
You see, not only did I, in a fit of misguided techiness, delete all of my
unanswered e-mail, I also lost five unposted journal entries.
I know I've been using very poor judgement lately, spending so much of
my time with the family, looking for a job and handling what business a broke
person needs to handle. What I should have been doing is updating my
journal in a timely manner, then when I overwrote the files, I'd only have
one day to reconstruct.
I'm not sure, at this point, if I'm going to try to go back and rewrite those
entries or not, but if you aren't already on my
notify
list, you might consider joining so you'll know if/when I do a timewarp entry.
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We had a few hours of thunder and wind this evening and it felt good to be outside
in it. It actually did sprinkle a bit, but not enough to wet the sidewalk.
Tom went out to dinner with some folks from his work
and Daniel (who was up all night working on his
web pages) was asleep so I didn't have to make dinner tonight. Although I missed
Tom, I loved the not cooking part. *smile*
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In spite of my pouting most of the afternoon over my misguided mouseclicks and
the like, I did have occasion to do a happy dance.
Mom left an entry in my guestbook that she read my journal and liked it.
I really, really like the big headed feeling I get from stuff like that.
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Cricket had found that he can actually squeeze through the gaps in the dog
proofing fence that Tom put around the rose bushes. This time, he got Tom's
bush, an excavation that goes half way to China.
When I had my Jackson and Perkins rose bush order form completed for the
two bushes that I had selected, I asked Tom what color roses he liked. He
answered, "red" so I quickly changed the order from whatever strange
color I had to Tropicana, a sort-of red rose. That is why that rose
bush is Tom's. I'm sure you really wanted to know that.
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I'm sleepy and am going to upload this before something happens to it.
More later . .
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