It’s been a long week for the old gal.
The drama started almost exactly seven days ago. Friday evening, when I went to blog about my journey to joy, I found that I could not. I figured, Oh well, I’m kind of tired anyway, I’ll just Muse in the morning.
Unfortunately whatever technical malady had beset MYWOC also infected the new Saturday Musings blogsite, themissourimugwump.com. Frantic, having blogged as the Missouri Mugwump since 2008, I reached out to Quinn Whipple — not to be confused with Dean Whipple — at my webhost, Qwk.net. I hoisted a virtual SOS distress signal. Thence began the oddyssey which would eventually determine that a Russian splogger had hacked all four of my WordPress-based sites: this one, the Musings, my new social/political blog myeyesarewatchingyou.com, and the Art @ Suite 100 website, artatsuite100.com.
Though I feel fairly cool to have been hacked by the Russians, an honor that I share with the DNC and Secretary Clinton, in reality I have gone crazy all week. I established a blogspot for the political stuff, myeyesarewatchingyou2.blogspot.com, to keep pace with the insanity in Washington. But in this wild week, I have sorely missed my daily and weekly chronicles.
So here’s a condensation of what you’ve missed.
Day 1: Saturday, 28 January 2017. Jennifer Rosen’s KICK-ASS birthday party at The Well — Trump-pinata and all. I might have been the oldest person to attend, but I brought the baseball bat that sent old 45 crashing to the party-room floor.
Day 2: Sunday, 29 January 2017. From Kansas City, with Love: Happy Birthday to my first-niece, Lisa Michele Corley Davis. My dear: Did you know that I recorded the hour and date of your birth on a mural wall in my shared apartment at 27 South Street, Brighton, Mass.? You are so loved.
Day 3: Brutal trial. Judge engaging in eye-rolls during my client’s testimony. Opposing counsel throwing legal pad down on the table, giggling, and gasping. Do. Not. Complain.
Day 4: Tuesday might have been the day that I crashed down and bruised my ribs. Or was that Wednesday?
Day 5: Two calls to the cardiologist later, I’ve got an appointment to get hard-wired on Thursday. Fortunately, an evening with the Waldo Brookside Rotary Club kept me sane.
Day 6: You have no idea how loved you are until you check-in on Facebook from a hospital. Tears. Just tears. Thank you. Then the lovely Mary Pettet and her funny husband Tim graced my table to brainstorm marketing for “Kris Roller & Friends: A Winter Wonderland of Women”, the March 3rd opening at Art @ Suite 100 at which we will also launch Tim’s first full-fledged volume of poetry, “Accidental Dancer”. The Accidental Project will also perform. Sweet stuff.
And today — Day 7 — I did not go to work today. I trust my clients to understand. I woke with a cold, sore throat, and a bad attitude. But I spent a few hours at Crow’s Coffee — Waldo. I got a huge hug from owner Zach Moores, and I ran into Melissa Mann Saubers, owner of Co-Work Waldo. Melissa’s sparkling attitude could make a donkey cheerful. I hit a thrift store, visited yet another doctor, and arrived home at 5 to a clean-smelling house courtesy of Angela Garrett-Carmack (half of the original Accidental Project, with her husband Jake Carmack).
So here I am. Tired but grateful. My house sparkles, the dog has curled into a ball in her orthopedic bed under the table, and, thanks to my neighbor Scott Vaughan, both my flags fly from the porch posts again.
It’s the third day of the thirty-eighth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
