Don’t ask me.
For anyone still following me after the past 24-hour deluge of my old posts, I thank you. A fruit basket is in the mail.
This is what started it all. 👇🏼
👆🏼This will be engraved on my tombstone.
Several days ago it started harassing me, like catcalls when walking past a construction site- pre-me-too and pre-me-old.
I thought I’m f****ing smart! I know some big words! I’m thinky! I can conquer this. I dusted off my decade-old laptop, plugged it in and let it update and power up for six hours. Then last night, when I should have been watching the debate, I was panicking because of my posts…
Writing paused for: 
So now I’m typing blind. This bar is in my way.
…last night my posts disappeared— none of my 3k+ posts had content. The titles were still there, nothing else. It all appeared to have been deleted. I took a Xanax and approached the problem calmly, while half-listening to the debate, and by the way, I hate them all right now.
I realized every time I tried anything to restore my work I was publishing old posts as if they were new. That is why you good people who humor me with follows were bombarded with my past posts.
My daughter suggested I make the blog private until I fix it, to spare anyone who still follows me any further harassment. So, I figured out how to do that, and then I was locked out of my account, told there was no blog by that name. I guess private means private; I wasn’t invited to my own party.
I’ve been up most of the night, trying to restore 5.4 years of posts— they’re my babies! (Some I like more than others, but don’t tell them.)
Okay, well I lost about 10-20 of my older posts, and they’re the ones I love most because while I was trying to retrieve them, I was also trying to get fancy by putting them into a menu widget filed by subject matter. I was very diligently erasing my best work.
There is a lesson to be learned with every mistake, and this one was that I have limitations when it comes to technology.
If you can see this, you know I was able to reinstate my blog.
I hate everything, but nothing more than this —>👇🏼, my constant companion. 
The tech-nerds at WordPress suggested I delete my blog and start over. 🙄 I pulled out a paper bag and took a few deep breaths. I.AM.OKAY.
I know precisely how my writing associate, Ernesto Hemingway, felt when his transcripts were lost. ”Write drunk, edit sober” may not be my style, but I will write again because I am his very definition of courage: grace under pressure.
”There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ~EH
Anyway, I’m back, I’m sorry about all the notifications, and thank you for not kicking me to the curb— if you’re still there.
For the love of God.☝️🧐
Doggone! That’s frustrating!
I have to fight with that banner to hit the reply button. It’s almost funny. There are worse problems, in fact I have worse problems, so i’ll try to enjoy the challenge. I just wanted to explain all the posts.
I just thought,”Damn, she’s awfully prolific these days!”
Hi Lydia, I did receive the extra posts, but really no harm done. I realised it had to be the problems with your blog. Fingers crossed you can sort it out because it is very frustrating. Good luck
Thank you, Barbara!
Widgets, private blog……you know way more than I do, Lydia. Sorry for what you are going through. I had to laugh at the comment above ’cause when I saw all your posts this morning, I thought same thing, “Man, look at her go!”
I know enough to get to get in trouble. 🤓 I think I know what I’m doing, so I charge ahead then regret it. I do this kind of thing a lot.
One example- I took my dryer apart a few years ago to replace the rubber seal. The YouTube video was 5 minutes, but it took me 5 hours, and I ended up with a handful of extra parts. Short version of the story- they were important parts.
But, I thank you for your confidence. I’m going to have to start cranking out posts at a faster rate. 🙃