Artwala Road

This may be the only blog in überspace that disappears and collapses from time to time.  Truth be told, I think my site host is up to no good.  When I called on Sunday I got a trés miserable dude with heavy, difficult-to-decipher accent.  His name was Gregor just like Kafka’s Mr. Samsa in The Metamorphosis and just as miserable even though he’d not wakened up as an insect as far as I know. And he was very, very sullen even before he heard about my problems.  So sullen I sort of hated to add fuel to the fire but then it’s his job to listen and sort incomprehensible technical things out.  When I mentioned some of the issues like banners disappearing and a few other minor things, the phone went dead, not disconnected dead, just silent.  ‘Excuse me, are you there?’ I said and he just said, ‘Yeah.’  No comment on aforementioned concerns just more silence.

I have no idea why I’m even bothering to post this because you, dear reader, definitely don’t need to know.  Maybe I’m just hoping some sympathetic soul will say ‘Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.’  A long time ago I was a young single mother and struggling artist.  They go together like hand in glove, I have to say.  It had never occurred to me that being an artist was not the most brilliant thing to be until it came to tax time that year.  I got a call from a man named Bob at the IRS saying I’d neglected to put a check with my tax payment in the envelope with my return.  It was a stalling tactic that, believe it or not, I’d learned on some television news show and I really didn’t know what else to do as funds were low and I was waiting on a check myself.  I started to explain to Bob the whole situation, that I was a little short that month and had two small children when suddenly he cut in and in a very soft voice said, ‘There, there, dear, everything’s going to be okay.’  It was probably the nicest call anyone has ever had from the IRS and he said he’d just mark down that I was popping that check in the mail ASAP.  And I did.  So, maybe by writing this I’m just getting to hear good old Bob again—’There, there, dear, it’s only a bloody website.  Put your feet up and chill.’

Thank you, Bob!

So I’m celebrating every little thing like figuring out how to stick stuff into the sidebars and how to get Dear A’s new site launched which I did this morning.  It’s to launch his new book—The Six Archetypes of Love which is really very good and a very interesting way of looking at love by showing how we move through various stages in our lives.  It explains how I blundered around in my youth and occasionally, well—just blundered.  Tears on the bathroom floor.  If only I’d had this book!  Truly.  It really is such a great way of sorting things out and understanding where you are and what you’re doing.  So, check it out, my friends!www.sixarchetypes.com

September 9th, 2008 | Category: Dear Reader | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL