For over three weeks now, I've been experiencing spyware attachments to my former blogs on blogspot and wordpress. It has been a nightmare. To date, I am still unable to log on to my own sites to post new blogs, delete old ones or manage comments. I don't know all that is entailed with the technical issues. It's all being investigated as I type. One thing is certain, it is not fun.
My greatest desire is to write. I believe it is my calling to write. When I purchased this computer many moons ago, I never took the sticker off my keyboard. It reads: "THE WORLD AT YOUR FINGERTIPS". I find that rather ironic. As I have attempted to reach the world via my fingertips, the world has somehow reached in and cracked my knuckles. My stepmother use to do that.
When I was a little girl, around age eight, she was teaching me how to snap greenbeans. I was enjoying the pop of those freshly picked veggies when my stepmother whacked me on the knuckles and snipped, "No, no, no! You are doing it all wrong!"
Now I ask you, dear readers, how many ways are there to break a blasted greenbean? I watched my stepmother repeat the process and I tried again. Whack! Down came the dull side of the knife blade across my fingers. Of course I cried. But the lesson I learned is that there are some people--no matter how closely you watch them, no matter how attentive you are to instructions--you will NEVER be able to please them. I never did learn how to snap beans her way. I did learn to break them in pieces my way. And three decades later, I managed to plant, harvest, snap and can hundreds of quarts of those little green devils.
Today, I sit at my computer. It's not the same computer I bought many moons ago. I've had it gutted and reconstructed from scratch. Most folks who look at it think that it is a Compac Presario. It's not. I have a dear friend back in Kentucky who is a computer genius. He considers taking these wire-laced, tube-filled electronic plastic brains apart and putting them back together tinkering. He does it for a huge company for a living. Wish he was here now.
But he isn't. And so my only hope is to trust this piece of ornery equipment, with all its corrupted software to the experts in Oklahoma. (And some techs in cyberland) And whether or not I get to continue writing will be left entirely in the palms of God's hands. Another irony. Right above the sticker that says "the world at your fingertips", is another homemade phrase I printed out a long time ago to remind me what to do when life presented me with problems I had no idea how to handle. It reads: "LET GO AND LET GOD."
Today I guess that's all I need to do as I begin new construction in cyberblogetics. (I made up that word.)
Bear with me my friends, as I hammer out the technical difficulties, twist the screws a bit tighter and loosen a few nuts and bolts. Maybe, just maybe the New Year will prove to be better than the last few years I've endured. I've signed up for this blog and it is costing me cashola. If this one proves to be no better than the free ones and I have further complications, I will know before January 27th--the day my free trial runs out. And then I guess my fingertips will no longer reach the world. One must know their limitations, ya know!