Just Another Christmas

Got an email about 30 days before the old blog site was going away forever. No problem...30 whole days to go to said site and transfer my precious writings to the new site. Didn't have a new site yet, but 30 days? Plenty of time.

Day 31: OMG! My writing! Nothing but 404 errors. Gone forever. Diminished but determined, I sign up for a new site, all the while thinking "Yeah, and how long's THIS one gonna last?" Yeah, my glass was half-empty.

Started over right about the time I elected (and like all elections, I have to question the vote count on this one) to get all my remaining teeth pulled (they didn't wanna go, believe me - battered, broken, but still gripping their pincer-like roots into the jawbone and defying any dentist of less than super-human strength to pry them out) and get dentures. Put this one off for more than 20 years...probably could have held out another 20 had I only known, at which point, surely, those roots would have weakened. But maybe not....maybe they'd have established an even stronger bond - or maybe I'd have said to my self "put this one off for 40 years...may as well just keep 'em" and gone back to attacking my porridge.

What's done is done, though, despite the few lonely bone shards who, still unable to believe their trusty pincer-root friends are gone, are breaking away from the farm and seeking the surface. What a disappointment they'll face when they finally break through. In the meantime, I commiserate with them...I miss those battered old teeth too. Oh sure, the new ones are pretty (and whole!), and I'm sure someday they'll do just as fine a job as the old ones did. So I can enjoy my retirement (both days of it, somewhere just past my 80th birthday no doubt) when it comes. Gee, without the chompers in, I can already envision just what 80's gonna look like - further note to self: do not ever let another human see this, people's hearts (and ability to refrain from tasteless insensitive jokes that are NOT funny) just aren't that strong.

So my old writing is gone. Surely I kept a backup, I think. Surely not. :( Don't look down your nose at me just yet...I backed up every single thing I ever did on that computer - the writing was done on someone else's site, and you'd think they'd have the common decency to just email that backup to me when they wiped it out, wouldn't you? Well wouldn't you?)

So it's Christmas morning, raining like the dickens (I love accidental puns), and I feel like writing - only to find all I can think of is my old blogs, now gone forever...so I think I'll wait for something inspiring, glue my teeth in, and listen to a little Ballerina by the incomparable Van Morrison. It's 26 miles and just as many days to Catalina, time enough to find the muse, finish my work (now there's a dream), and ponder the question so many of us face: how on God's green earth am I going to "date" anyone with these dentures! I mean really...at SOME point, the lucky man will see me without my teeth in, some point unimaginable for now.

This is what I do with my holidays, ponder, scribble, ponder s'more. Ah well, time to think about getting dressed for holiday dinner with the boss's family.