My First Note Here
Several days ago, I wrote some “notes’ for this. My dear husband, Bill, had asked me to contribute, so I wrote a page and then failed to SAVE it. You can guess what happened as a result. I lost it. And it was a good article in my estimation. So then I got angry at myself, which surprise, didn’t bring the article back. Now I’m not a computer expert, but I do know how to save what I write.
So what happened? I really don’t know, and I don’t want to redeem myself by saying it was a “senior moment”. I’m 84 and a half, having a November birthday quickly coming, but I refuse to use that excuse. And that’s that.
On to something else. We have not had rain in eons and I’m shriveling up. I’m a Scorpio, a water sign, in case any of you are into astrology. I am and I’m not into that, but I do know I need rain much of the time. I think I would do well in the northwest, Oregon and Washington. Yet the gods have placed me in central Texas hill country, and I never moved despite my occasional dislikes for the place.
Now, in the early evenings, I sit on my front porch and pretend I have the powers to bring the rains to me. Quess what? That hasn’t worked either.