Disappearing acts

Okay, perhaps I’m not really over the fact that most of the blog posts that I wrote last year were not recoverable in the woeful web-hosting mix-up wherein I had to grit my teeth and get through at the end of last year.  So, I’m going to allow myself an online pirate “AAARRRGGG” to go along with the many private expletives that sprung up like morning toast for weeks.

Zan_Zig_performing_with_rabbit_and_roses,_magician_poster,_1899-2I really hate losing work, and by losing work I mean having the heart-sinking experience of having my written work disappear for one reason or another from my computer. Now I have been introduced to work disappearing on a larger electronic scale, and yes, I still hate it.

At this point, I am still contemplating whether I can recreate some of the posts that I really liked: aurochs and cow mythology, women and palm oil,  hawthorn and May Day, and so on . . . .  Perhaps that will happen.

Perhaps, I just need to look for the magic in the disappearance first though.  I’m trying to see something that I can smile at and maybe even applaud.  We’ll see.

In the meantime, thank-you for reading, thank-you for commenting, and thank-you for continuing to be in touch.