I lost my internet connection during the storm. I am hoping that one day it will be restored so that I can post this on my blog.
I live in what I call a ‘black hole’ where I cannot get cable TV (no loss) and only some of the free-to-air channels. The phone blinks on and off during rain and internet connection is good when I get three dots. Took me a while to realise that life can be full of dots, or bars, according to the device. I am catching on.
It’s just as well that I can’t check my stats every time I walk past the computer. Maybe it cut the connection in protest. How tiresome that must have been for it, but I wonder if it’s missing all the other fun things we do.
Like walking into other people’s gardens on WordPress, seeing what they’re having for dinner and reading what they wrote. Lately I took the bold move to translate someone else’s poems from English to Chinese. Maybe Jeff hired a ninja hecker to disable me.
What he doesn’t realise is that there is a stanza missing in my last translation. I cannot account for its loss. I can only blame it on the wind; it scrambles my brain. The weirdest thing is I recorded a voice file for him without missing the stanza, and now I cannot amend the discrepancy. You know how some things can be so weird that it appears brilliant? I am hoping he’ll take it that way.
Also, a friend rang me to say that we must meet before I go away. She mentioned that I may have offended a few people by saying that having farewell meetings before I go away is boring. Maybe I should edit that post but now I can’t. “Life is full of regrets but it doesn’t have to ruin our lives”, as someone (Kathleen Hepburn?) said in a movie, so I’m not going to worry about it. I hope those I offended will forgive me, or not, and move on.
Now that I’m writing without access to the blog I wonder if I need to go back. The gardeners will keep on gardening, the cooks will keep on cooking and the poets will keep on writing without my interference. Only a cup of tea can put this thing in perspective. I will put the kettle on.
p.s. I am at last able to leave the house and go to the local library to post this. I left my trees lying on their sides until I have the all clear from the weather bureau. It was bad here; Sydney Harbour, near where I live, was closed which is rare. Many people are without power, water, even homes. Some lost their lives.