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A Distraction of Stories

This is a strange and hard time for many. Some are secluded, some are going through tough times, some are bored and some are being overworked. Put me in the overworked column. I can tell you that from interacting with our customer base from all corners of the US and Europe, that people’s emotions are all over the place.

Anyway, I’ve a friend that is going through a particularly hard time and so I’ve said to this pal that I would send a story every now and then as needed for a distraction. Sometimes we need something unexpected that isn’t from the news, or part of your current surroundings to take your mind off of the bubble of your own space. So a story or few thoughts strung together it will be as much as I can manage.

It may be a tad like the times I was writing of my days of training and planning for my Australia trip and all over the spectrum – as one just never knows what will inspire on any given day or week and come off of the page.

I imagine that there will be some stories that I will send to her personally in text or mail, but while I have this platform, I thought I would share a few here as well.

I also may not link everything to Facebook, so if you want to know when a post goes up, you can subscribe and receive an email. (it does not put you on any mailing list except for post notifications)

And if you don’t want to be notified, that is ok, maybe just check back in once in a while to see if there has been a post update.

Here’s to more posts soon.

Love, Sally

Everything is tied to Someone

I awoke this morning thinking of oh so many people that I am thankful for.  People who have shaped me by being directly and indirectly in my life. Some so close that I can’t ever imaging life without them, some on the periphery but like a spice to a great recipe, still would be missed if not included.

One day recently as I began my morning of brushing my teeth, I acknowledged to myself that I almost always think of a friend – even if it is ever so briefly – when I brush my teeth.  This stems from a story and laughs from when we shared a room at a retreat once.  I decided in that moment to go about my day and try to recognize when people would pop into my head.

Picking out clothes to put on brought on a slew of people. As I went through drawers and closet, I had visions of the people who gave a piece of clothing to me, shopped with me, was part of a trip where I purchased,  or the style, slogan or color just reminded me of someone.

Walking outside it the moonless near black sky and looking at the stars brought on more people of times shared under similar skies. (been leaving for work at O’dark thirty in the morning lately)

Tunes or discussions on the radio as I drove to work reminded me of people.

Deciding to have tea, coffee or just hot water when getting to work reminded me of all different people as I contemplated choices.

Calls from customers all day could bring up someone based upon their location, speech pattern, or their vocabulary and tone.

The walk in the park at lunch brought up so many people as the trees seemed to remind me of shared times both there and in similar surroundings.

A laugh in the grocery from someone several isles over had me smiling huge as laughing friends and family filled my psyche.

I looked out the window at work and saw the last leaf fall from the tree that resides in my view and thought of the book “The Fall of Freddie the Leaf” and the friend who had gifted the book to me over 40 years ago.

I passed an upright piano in the window of a store and thought of one of my great aunts.  I don’t know that I have but maybe one real memory of me being in the same space with her, but her memory is passed along in the stories from my Mother and other family members.

I saw someone along the road walking and it reminded me of a gentleman in our community that works at the local grocery and has turrets and how much I have learned of acceptance, perseverance and living your good life from just observing him over the years.  Someone whom I know so little of, but still has an impression upon me.

Every smell, taste, site and movement of my day brought up someone or a host of people.

Just thinking of food is enough to fill books of memories with people and the association, so you can be sure every meal that day was a thanksgiving meal filled with friends and family gathered in my heart instead of around my table.

People coming to mind happens to us all and is something we all do every day, but pausing to acknowledge the thoughts as they arose was not something I always do.  So if you are reading this, it means that you have been in my thoughts because you are in my life and it is good because of you.  Thank you for what you have added to my life.

If you are reading this and do not know me, you are also amazing because you are in the memories of someone else’s life and you allow them to pause when the moment strikes as they think of you.

Happy Thanksgiving. Love and Hugs

Sally

 

 

A Bouquet of Words


I love when I get responses from folks from a post. I love when it stirs a memory which gets shared, I love it when it’s just a comment and I love it when it prompts something more than was there.

This week I received a response from the post:  http://www.thelaughyouknow.com/when-you-say-yes  that made me glow and had the feeling of showing someone a garden to which they take care to cut the variety of flowers and create an amazing bouquet.

(those are flowers from my gardens last year as I attempted to arrange the real things)

For Sally..Gratitude and Appreciation

*Someone sought to pull a thread…
And Lo! It pulled several others
That wove together string by string,
Spontaneous  deeds of gentleness and giving.

*As open hearts and their ripple effect wove a magic textured tapestry,
The human fabric emerged endearingly strong,
From ‘good,heartfelt expressions of humanity’!

*In the fog of thinking on ones feet,
‘To do or dont’ brings existential confusion!
In a sudden leap of faith , the risk is taken..
Then blessed assurance!Evident comfort and sanctuary for another unknown,
Propelled by impulse, initiative, gut feeling, intuition.

*To clad a stranger,recognise a need
From the largesse of the hearts own treasure,
Extend the benefit of the doubt,
Give unconditionally without count or measure.

*Some people remind us by example
Through trying times and tales that edify:
When in doubt and judgment ,humbly stop to remember,
There,but for the grace of God go I!
************

Thank you Maranna for this beautiful response.

Love Sally

 

Another Visitor

This week I received a call from home while I was at work that yet another unexpected visitor had appeared. This one came up into the yard and passed by the downstairs patio doors and then was seemingly gone. Devin called in hushed yet excited tones as it had been a young bobcat. We had only ever had reports of one other seen in our vicinity and Ted and a neighbor had been the only ones to sight it last fall.

I mentioned to Dev that it would be great if that kitty would go up to the compost pile and take care of the mice that had taken to burrowing through the sawdust and refuse we pile into it.  Wouldn’t you know that as we were speaking, he went upstairs and there the little guy was – standing at the edge of the compost bin.

I returned home from work a bit later anxious to see if the visitor might still be around for me to catch a glimpse of as well and lo and behold it was resting in a limb of the tree just above the compost.

We were able to watch it come down from it’s perch maneuvering down the trunk and other branches with an ease that defied gravity. It hung out at the compost for a while longer before fading back into the local wilderness not to be seen since.

Then later, as a direct response to the last post, I received a message I felt was too lovely not to share.  I think I’ll save it for tomorrow.

Love Sally

 

Flat Stanley/Josh Chronicles

Last year at Christmas, the co-worker that I job share the most with, gave us all a plastic cup with his face on one side, and the back of his head on the other side. This was one of those kid style  hot/cold cups. So thinking we may have coffee in it, he also gave little bottles of Bailey’s Irish Cream to accompany the cup.

I think half the staff may have downed the bottle and pitched the cup.

One cup and Irish Cream must have been given near one of our showroom seats and left in the cup holder. It is likely that customers then walked in to view and try out seats and so the sales person simply put the cup and liquor into the storage space of the arm to hide it from view.

This event was forgotten and a few weeks later, our customer service team got a call from a customer who was quite perplexed. His complaint was that he received his seats and there was a kids cup in the arm with some guy’s picture on it, and a small bottle of alcohol in there as well.  You see, those seats were sold off the floor and when packing, the shipping department neglected to check inside the storage arms. While embarrassing to have to address with a customer, it remains a funny story for my staff and crew.

 I decided that if he is nuts enough to give us each such an obscure gift (he is quite the joker), then I could be nuts enough to take it on vacations with me.  I decided that  I would take his likeness in that cup with me when I went on my trips and at the end of the year, give him a montage of where he had been in spirit.

The idea came from the Flat Stanley project that kids did in school. Everyone would get a cutout of a guy and color him and send him to people they knew in other places and ask the receiving party to include Flat Stanley in their activities and document with photos and then send back.  A great way for kids to learn of other places and the people in their lives.

So my Josh Cup has been to: Seattle, Tennessee, Georgia, New Mexico, Arizona, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Washington DC, Dominican Republic, and camping throughout Colorado. I’d have to say it was a good year to be a Josh Cup and well, I was blessed to be the carrier on those trips. 

Some of these trips need their own posts to tell the stories, but here is the montage.  Put your headphones on or turn up the volume as it is set to music.

I’m writing him a card and putting the link in the card.  I hope he enjoys it.  It sure gives me a smile to revisit.

Love Sally

A Real Surprise

I recently got to be part of a real surprise. I’m talking about the kind of surprises that are so good, that even when told, you don’t quite believe them.

Recently, my niece was to be married with just immediate family and a few selected friends at a resort in the Dominican Republic.  As luck would have it for me, I was able to be a last minute fill in for my nephews wife who wouldn’t be going.

Just a month prior to the wedding, both my niece and nephew were out to our house for a visit as the bachelor party just happened to be in Denver. We didn’t know then that a spot would be open for sure, but we did joke that someone from our family could fill any opening that came available. Just a few days later, I did get a call asking if Devin or I could come. I guess we are the two most likely to pull out a passport and jump in a plane.

Devin’s passport had expired, but I said we could fast track the renewal and I would pay half of his trip to get there and room share, but if he wanted to go, he would need to pony up the other half because I wasn’t willing to fund the entire trip and not get to have any of the fun. After some brief calculations, he decided it was a bit too rich for his blood and I should just go.  Lucky for me, Ian was totally fine with it being either one of us as he and I have a history of having really great stories when we get together.  So, it was decided (after consulting with bride and groom) that I would go. It was also decided that we should just keep it a secret for a few more weeks and surprise my Brother and sister in law (the parents of the bride of coarse)

As fate would have it, Dave, Heidi and Ian were on the same connecting flight out of Washington DC that I was also on to get to the Dominican. I had taken an overnight flight out of Denver and arrived in Dulles around 5 am . I made it to the United club area for some breakfast, coffee and a bit of work on the computer. Before I knew it, Ian was texting me that they had  landed and would be off their plane and headed to the next gate soon.
I decided to call my brother Dave as if I knew he would be in the airport at this general time and wish him a good trip.  He picked up his phone as expected and we chatted as he walked from their arrival gate to the departure gate of the next leg. I was standing behind the doors of the United club as they passed, so I simply exited and followed at a safe distance so that he couldn’t hear me speaking behind him as well as on his phone. Ian turned around and I waved so that he knew my location, and I kept bodies strategically blocking the view of Heidi as she too would sometimes take a full look around. I could see that they had gotten to our departure gate, so concluded my conversation with Dave and waited for Ian to come find me to plan the surprise as the gate was around a corner and he was hoping to catch it on camera.

Ian came out, but said his mom was right behind him and would see me. Well, there wasn’t any place to hide at that point, so I just backed up a little bit more to make sure we wouldn’t be in sight or earshot of Dave when she learned I was there.

I was just finishing up giving Ian my hello hug when she walked up and was surprised to have run into me at this airport at the same time they were there. It didn’t even dawn on her that I was there to go to the wedding.  She just figured I was traveling and happened to be in same spot at the same time. Even when Ian said that I was his “date” for the wedding, she laughed it off as a joke. It wasn’t until we both just stood there nodding that it was true, that it sunk in that I was indeed going.

This time she screamed a little, hugged me harder and was in true delight.

We then walked around the corner to surprise Dave. He was sitting facing the direction I was coming from, so he saw me coming, but the connection from recognition, to registration to realization was like a movie across his face. The realization brought the tears and shock that I was there to share in their trip.

I don’t know that I’ve ever surprised two people as fully as that morning. There has been some hard surprises this past year for them, so it was great to be part of a good one.

The wedding was awesome, beautiful and perfect.  The resort was beautiful, immaculately maintained and had an impeccably trained staff.

 

I’m ever so thankful to have been considered to go as a fill in, to have the passport on hand and be able to go (even if it was touch and go with work as they were none too happy), and to have had that time with family that I don’t get to see enough of and meet the friends of the bride and groom and see what a wonderful group that is.  It was a bit odd for me to have everyone there (except Dave and Heidi) call me Aunt Sally all week, but that was fun too.

I’ll get to the Ian and Aunt Sally stories on some other posts.

Love,  Sally

 

Married to a 5 Year Old

Today was the day we were to get up early before the warmth of the day set in and add a another box to the bee hive stack in order to give them more room to expand.  We lost last year’s bees due to the bear attack to the hives and so there were not enough of the poor workers to make it over the winter.  We purchased a new bee crew this spring and they have been busier than we ever got to see last year’s bunch, so we were needing to add another layer for them to expand into.

Our plan was that the bees would be quiet and docile in the early morning chill of the mountain air.

So, I got up at near dawn, made coffee for the hubby and set out the supplies that I felt we would need: the smoker, another screen top (they were building combs in the current one and I wasn’t sure if we would need to replace it or not), the comb extractor so we could check for larvae and the queen being productive, and bee suit.

The sun was just making it across the yard to where the hive is situated, so I felt I had better awake Ted now before it started warming up too much.

Ted is not a morning person.  There are those who wake up and run out to greet the day, but Ted’s morning  is more of a wait and see approach. He has to have coffee with a sweet first while motionless at the counter, a little moving around with maybe a walk to the mailbox with the dog to make sure the blood is flowing, more coffee while looking over his computer and whatever nonsense is happening in the world, another confection or slice of bread,  trip to the bathroom, get dressed, then possibly some breakfast.

I was asking him to bypass all but the first coffee, get dressed and lets get the bee’s done.  He grumpily layed on the couch in the kitchen (I have a 26 foot kitchen, so yep there is room for a couch in there) and said it was too early and this wasn’t his routine.  I let him know he could go back to bed, but if we wanted to take advantage of the early chill, he needed to giddy up.

So he slogged down the stairs and since he has been stung though some of his work pants he has with holes in them, he swapped out for a rugged pair of Carhartt bibs.  I could hear him struggling when I journeyed down the stairs and he flung the strap over his shoulder with disgust and asked me if I could at least hook up the suspenders since he was having a hard time of it this morning.

I stood behind him and burst out in loud guffaw as he had the bibs on backwards.  “Dude, you cant reach the clip because you have them on backwards! Just take them off and turn them around!”  He didn’t care.  He wasn’t about to expend any more of his limited early morning energy and just wanted them snapped in the back if that’s what it took to keep them up.

So I buckled up his bibs and we got the bees taken care of.  It feels like it’s always a bit of a rush when we do anything with the bees so that we are not wanting to irritate them for any longer than necessary.

He was then awake and with adrenaline from being around 10,000 bees, he was ready for breakfast which we ate in peace on the deck with the early morning sun on our faces.

One would have thought that if planning on working in the yard all day in said bibs, that he would then take them off and put them on correctly, but No.  I’ve  always known that my husband does not act his age, but today I decided he was just being a five year old who isn’t concerned if he is dressed properly.  It just didn’t matter in his world.

Later when the sun came out and he got hot, he didn’t change into something lighter either. True to his inner 5 year old of the day, he just took off the shirt and left the pants on backwards.

I mean that isn’t even red neck style!  Maybe he should be in the next Carhartt commercial showing just how comfy their work clothes are.

At least there were no tantrums to go with his 5 year old phase today. And he wore them most of the day complaining only once that it sucked to have to take down the bibs to pee. No sympathy from a woman for that.

Still shaking my head here.

Love Sally

 

 

Not laughing so hard today

Monday, I ran a few errands during my lunch hour. One of them was to purchase some adult beverages for upcoming events, cornhole tournament and camping. Having some canned and bottled products in the cargo section of my car and not wanting them to explode in a hot car, I kept my windows cracked roughly 2.5 inches all around.

I went into my office building and had just heated up my lunch and sat down when one of my coworkers said that she could see my car alarm was going off and there had just been a white Jeep next to it so I had better go check that they had not hit my car or something.
I went out and as I walked up to my car, I tried the back door to make sure all was still locked. The back door was locked, but when I got to the driver’s door, it opened and the alarm sounded off again. I hit the button to make it stop and realized that the bag I had purchased a few cards and items on one of my errands was in the driver’s seat and not the passenger seat where I had left it. I then realized that my purse that had also been left in the passenger seat was missing as was one of my gloves and my Itouch that I carry around to store and listen to my audiobooks.

Incredulous, I returned into the building and let everyone  know that my purse had just been stolen. The crazy thing is that we are a corner office with twenty foot windows on each side. The guys on either side of me that also share spots directly at the windows facing south quickly said what model the Jeep was, that the bumper was missing and one had a basic description of the driver as they had driven past after taking off. I called 911 and provided the 911 operator with the information, direction headed and basic description we had. They said officers were responding to another call, but they would come by for a statement soon.

I logged into the company for the credit card that is used most in my wallet. They had a chat feature, so I let the chat person know my CC had been just stolen and to put a hold on my account.  I either got a robot for the chat person or someone who wasn’t thinking, as they asked for my full account number.  Well, I might have that if I HAD MY CREDIT CARD! I was also calling another company while on the first chat and this rep was far superior and cancelled the two cards I have with them since I wasn’t sure if both were in the wallet or not.

The police showed up and took statements from everyone in the office who had seen anything, asked me what was in my purse and wallet.  Was my wallet cloth, leather or pleather he asked. “It’s brown”, I say. Seriously, at the time, I suddenly can’t even tell you what the wallet is made of.  Oh, the contents of the purse? I can tell you the wallet was at the top, but beyond that layer, it’s a guessing game.  I do remember that I had thankfully taken both checking books out and left those at home recently to make sure bills were getting recorded.  The contents of the wallet? Again, I can tell you the top three credit cards that are in the front, but are others stuck in the further slots, the secondary slots, the cash compartment? He creates a case for the report and said it is currently going into the trespassing category, but hands me the identity theft flyer in case it escalates to that.

Image result for stuffed wallet

 

I remember the Discover that I don’t use, but keep to give the kids when they need a card for something I want them to get for me. I call to cancel and they ask if I had eaten at a fast food today. I have not, but I ask if it is on the hubby’s card.  Well yes, there is lunch on his card, but there is also a charge at the Chick Fil A on my card.  I let them know I did not go there and they stop the card and credit the fraud charge and like everyone else, will close out and send a new set of cards.

I decide at this time that I should let the husband know what has happened and that he now has no credit cards to use either as we are both on all accounts and they don’t just close half of the account.

I start asking my closest coworker what is in his wallet in hoped that it sparks some memories of what might be in mine that is now getting rifled through. He reminds me of the store cards such as Kohls, Home Depot, Victoria Secrets, etc..  More calls to make.  I let him know I don’t have to worry about the Victoria Secrets one as it has been maxed and nothing nothing else could be charged on it.  We both know better.

I remember that the boys and my credit union account numbers are on a card in there and phone them for what to do.  They said with a police report, they will renumber our accounts for free.  I spent my lunch and then some getting that done yesterday.

I called the credit reporting agency of TransUnion and put a fraud alert on all of our accounts and signed up to be able to lock the credit reporting to anyone unless I remove it.

I went to Chick Fil A after work and they pulled up the receipt (he actually tried using two cards) and let me know he went through the drive thru and that is where the cameras are, so there may be footage, but the owner is the only one with access.

I saw a homeless gentleman sitting up against one of the buildings facing the drive thru, so I stopped and asked if he had been there long.  Time doesn’t mean too much to him he tells me, but he wasn’t here that many hours ago.  I had hoped that the perpetrator had maybe dumped the rest of the purse in a trash can in view or something. I had $6 in one of my pockets, so I hand it to him, give him a squeeze on the shoulder and thank him for speaking with me.  It could be me, but he seemed more thankful for the warm touch than the few dollars.  It was a nice reminder to me that I had been robbed of a few possessions, but not of home or friends and family.

Got a message on the way home from Fraud Detection for the medical savings account spending card.  Geeze, I thought that one was in Ted’s wallet, not mine. Turns out he had used at a Grocery in Aurora for $1.68 and $20.00 (candy and cash back?) He then also tried at a wireless store next to the grocery.

I called the wireless hoping that he had traded in my Itouch for a shit phone or something, but they do not take trade ins.  I then said that my card may have been fraudulently tried there yesterday.  She asked if I was Sally?  She gave me another description of the young man and said when she questioned him, he said I was his mother.  Well, I’ll give him a good smack as a mother if I ever see him.

The case has been moved to a Identity Theft status.  The owner of Chick Fil A had one of his managers call me that he will look at the video, but cannot show me anything without a warrant.  I just asked if they would let me know if it was worth one.  Will be interesting if they do respond again.

I wrote up my latest activity and findings with names, addresses and numbers for the police and sent it off to the officer.

It’s a little weird having to purchase gas with cash. I can’t remember the last time I did that – well, besides yesterday.

There is one item that saddens me most about being possibly gone forever. It was one of the smallest items in the entire purse.  I’ll let you guess and I’ll write that story soon.

In the meantime. Go take an inventory of what is in your purse or wallet. You may never need it, but it will be ever so important if you do need it.

Love Sally

 

Another Adventure Race – of Sorts

Last weekend I participated in the Denver Questival.  It is a 24 hour event where you assemble a team of up to 6 people and then try to accomplish as many challenges as possible in categories of: DO GOOD, OUTDOOR ADVENTURE, TREASURE HUNT, QUIRKY, COMMUNITY AND CULTURAL, FITNESS AND WELLNESS, AND LAUNCH EVENTS.

The LLama is the Questival and sponsor Cotopaxi mascot, so in honor of one of our groups favorite audio books, we named our team Ready Llama One (parody from the Ready Player One book – a great listen if you do audio books)

Each team gets one flag that must be in every photo or video that shows completion of any of the challenges.  The one flag keeps the group together and eliminating the splitting up to accomplish more.  The completed challenges are then uploaded onto the Questival system for other teams and viewers to either like, laugh at, or admire.  Teams get points for the votes.  Each flag had the word DO GOOD on it and thus was in every photo of every team posted.

It was perfect, as at the root of all the challenges, I felt it involved doing good either for yourself or others. Oh, not in a totally obvious way, but just the silliness, comaraderie, copious amounts of laughter that cannot help but spill out and infect those nearby.

In fact, one of the challenges in the DO GOOD category was make a stranger laugh.  I’m not sure we ever caught that one on camera or video, but I can assure you it happened.

A new challenge for me in the Outdoor Adventure category was to make brownies over a fire in an orange.  I had some very large navel oranges needing used on my counter, so we took those and completed that challenge.  Very yummy (and most of you know I am not a chocolate person), the oranges gave the brownies an orange essence to them and they cooked perfectly in the fire built using only flint as another challenge.

The Treasure Hunt category included finding and taking team photos at various spots throughout the city.  It was good to revisit some spots that I have not set eyes upon for a while.

The Quirky category was our most accomplished list of challenges.  We did a higher percentage of this category than any others.  Below are a few examples

QUIRKY

With a blindfold on and headphones in, sing and dance your heart out in a public

but safe place. Don’t dance in the middle of traffic.  Jen did this in City park singing L.O.V.E (L is for the way you look at me…) and rocked it.

 

As a team hold a wall-supported/or not-wall-supported handstand contest as long

as you can.  – With my back against the wall, it was the wrong angle for my arms and shoulders and my arms buckled and pile drove my head into the concrete.  I re positioned facing the wall and managed much better- I’ll leave that challenge to just the guys next time.

 

Allow a stranger to throw a healthy handful of flour in your face. #closeyoureyes (we kept forgetting the bag of flour, so didn’t do this one although we saw flour on the sidewalks of Denver a few times, so know others did)

 

Get a stranger to crack a raw egg on your forehead and then empty the contents

in a teammates mouth – Yep, we did it.  I was the forehead portion (with only thoughts that it would smash open and be all over my face) and Beth took the mouthful (and then quickly spat it out).  Gross I know, but really funny and a great reminder that those things that you never pictured yourself doing, once done, don’t have any power to scare you anymore.

Ask a stranger to direct your actions for the next 1 minute, do whatever they ask – we were smart and asked our waitress where we had dinner.  She was creative, but knowing she hadn’t gotten her tip yet, was not harsh or gross with her commands.
Waltz with a teammate or stranger across a street when the walk sign tells you
you can – Jen and Seb got some waltz practice in for their wedding this summer

 

Make a 15 second team intro video as if you were the stars of an 80’s or 90’s
sitcom. -I still have the ‘Three’s Company’ song stuck in my head.

 

Those were just a few, but my favorite was:

Recreate a scene from a movie of your choice with an animal other than a human.

#andtheoscargoesto #behumane

Click on the link below for the video.

Puppy in Titanic

 

In the Community and Cultural list, my favorite was probably the Hug a Picea Pungens – I’ll admit that we had to google to find out it was a Blue Spruce Tree, but we did a group hug around one.

 

In the Fitness and Wellness Category, one challenge was: Find a Razor scooter, and shoot a 15 second demo video trying to get sponsored.  – Sydney starred in this one and well, next time I guess I will have to send everyone links so they can see just how creative this team can be.

In total, we accomplished 75 of 205 possible challenges.  What a great time and awesome reminder to get together with those you love, be creative, be silly, go out and see stuff and interact with your environment.

Back in Business or am I

The post below is being re-created as it seems to have gotten lost in the transfer. Either that, or I’ve gone plum crazy.  I swear I posted it and could see it.  I thought it was only Facebook who couldn’t find it that day, but today it is gone from the blog, from my email, from everywhere and the portion left on the back end is just the very beginning of the  initial draft.  I’m sure it was so brilliant that it vaporized so as not to put everyone in shock and awe. Here is some of what it said: (less the really brilliant parts. I can’t recreate that)

After posting the last blog, I got busy researching new hosting sites and found one that will even transfer my site for me!  Hello SiteGround.

I have 30 days to test it with moneyback guarantee, and was able to get another low price to park my blog at, so I will keep the site up.  Hopefully it shows up on the new hosting site all in one piece and looking normal.

I put in the ticket to transfer the site and almost immediately, a seemingly young tech named Nikolay was already working on it and messaged that the user name and login to the previous site wasn’t working for him.  I provided a different link for the login and again was told it did not work.  It would seem that Nikolay could not work with incomplete information provided by me.  What kind of tech support was this that couldn’t figure out what I meant instead of what I actually typed?  I decided not to hold it against them.

Nikolay was finally able to log into the old host site and said the transfer had begun.

By the next morning, I had a message from the next tech name Teodor who relayed the transfer was complete. He stated that I now needed to point the domain from the old server to theirs and the DNS change could take a few days.  Teodor did not mention how I was to make a DNS change, but luckily Google is a wonderful thing.  I was able to search and find instructions that were clear enough for me to follow (mostly because they had screenshots and big arrows). I was able to make the update as mandated.

I then wrote this blog, but only one of my images was showing up on the preview. I deleted the pictures and reloaded, and even changed computers, but all photos would not load.  I decided to try their chat support out to see what the response was like there.  I was connected to Sergei (not really his name, but I don’t have the record of what it actually was and I can only attest to it’s Slavic nature) who asked me for my WordPress login so he could see what some of my settings were.  Ten minutes later he had all showing up on the preview.  I clicked the checkbox that their support was responsive and helpful on my mental review of the site thus far.

I published and sent it off.  Turns out it was viewed twice before the switch must have happened and it disappeared from view. Unknowingly I had written it on the old server and since the switch happened after that, the post did not show to where I had now pointed the site to look at.

Lessons for next time? I don’t know. This was a change that I wasn’t looking forward to. More thought and energy than I had expended in some time concerning this little blog.

And neither do some stories.

So, I’ll hit publish again and see if this one is found and stays put.  Otherwise, I’ll be chatting with tech support again.

Thanks for listening.

Sally