I'd planned writing what I thought was a cool post for a Sunday. Yea, me! It would be about making your own stationery. Things changed when I read a post on a blog I follow, called Myth & Moor. Can you explain that hair-do? A really did miss her birthday. Typical me. I forget most birthdays, and I've never learned why.
So, I dug out the sad little Beatrix Potter pencil box from the top drawer in the chest of drawers, pleased with myself for having remembered where it was, I lifted the lid, whispered, "Happy birthday, Beatrix," closed it, and set it on the bed behind me.
I finally registered OWM's domain name. All the names under "Blogs I Read" mysteriously disappeared. A query to Blog tech got me this: In this scenario, I may need to refer you to the Blogger Help Center for assistance since the contents of your blog are not controlled by Google Domains. You can also post your queries on their Help Forum which can be found . . . I'd expected better. Seriously. They had my money, I'd done nothing to make the mess on my own, so why should I have to ask for help from other bloggers who'd experienced the same problem? I sat on my hands. Betore I had time to build up a head of righteous steam, the good Jean over at http://pushingtheenvelopes.blogspot.com offered a helping hand. Letter writers are helpful people. She sent me almost every blog link I followed. I never thought of the sheer numbers before, but they shouldn't surprise me. When I read through from top to bottom, it takes several sessions. There were just that many. Too many are still missing, so I've decided to subscribe instead of reading the recovered blogs like I'd read the Sunday Times. It's a ritual I enjoyed immensely. My bookmarked lists are just as lengthy. No, they're longer. No matter. Thank you, Jean! Every history has the erased version. I don't understand why, unless it has to do with their attempt to keep spammers from abusing my address.
Detachment isn't as difficult as one might expect. I thought I'd go nuts over losing everything that way, but look at me! I'm cool. I'm calm. Um, I'll keep trying to correct the situation. Getting used to being a dot com requires time and adapting to a whole other way of being responsible. Or perhaps a little more pivoting.