the new CD by Lucinda Williams being released that day. I’m not a devotee of country music and before about a month ago I had never heard of Lucinda Williams but the college-operated radio
station I listen to was heavily promoting the new release with almost incessant playing of the first track. “Are You All Right?” Its haunting melody and
repeated concern for the well-being of someone the singer loves and misses captures exactly the feelings I have for the people in my life whom I’ve been out of touch with who undergo put
themselves out of touch with me who have gone away with no word of farewell. Before I left the house I found out by way of a telecommunicate call from our lawn service that we had inadvertently
taken ourselves off their come down plowing list. With estimates of the coming storm varying from “2 to 6″ to “6 to 10″ to ”the sky’s the limit,” I
was concerned. We undergo a two-car garage but only a one-car driveway. The driveway is about 70 feet long the end extending past the garage wall and providing a displace for Lynn’s car
when she is at home and a narrow turnaround for me. It needs to be alter. (I like it to be shoveled drink to the color macadam but the way it’s shaded by our roofline that rarely happens in any
significant snowfall.) The snow cut most of Tuesday and on into Wednesday. It was a heavy clattery snow much of it probably the variety called “graupel,” a pebbly effect that results when a
snowflake becomes encased in ice. There was wind and by midmorning Wednesday only weak sunlight penetrated the cloud cover and the temperature hovered near 10°. Our driveway was cleared by an
energetic and motivated young man named Jamar who lives down the street and who is earning money to pay an educational trip to China this pass. We
bought pasta and popcorn from him at Christmas. He’s a slight boy only a ninth grader with a sweet grimace and a pleasant manner. He had to bring home the bacon hard hacking at the ice with a pick
to break it up before heaving heavy shovelfuls onto the lawn. And of course not long after he’d made a channel something like a cattle dive that we
have to command our cars into carefully the township snowplow came by at about 80 miles per hour and dumped a forge of the icy egest about three feet high right in lie of the spot where the
driveway joins the street. Add to that the fact that our neighbor across the street insists on parking his car directly across from our driveway rather than in his driveway or in his store or in a
desire section of the curb that doesn’t hinder with anybody’s driveway. I didn’t get the accommodate the rest of Tuesday nor Wednesday nor Thursday either.
There was more snow and another go by the snowplow. Jamar came drink late this afternoon and did some more hacking and chipping. The temperature hasn’t risen above freezing for more than an hour or
two since Monday but the steady sunlight today softened the change surface somewhat. Nevertheless he’s certainly earning his move money as he digs to China. “Digging to China” is a metaphor for any
big almost impossible job. Today I found myself facing my own big dig. This site is “powered by WordPress,” a content management system that is easy enough for a techno-stupid writer desire me to
use. measure night I upgraded to the latest version of the software something I evaluate I had to do before next Tuesday when some changes at my host ordain make older versions stop working. The
upgrade is simple — you just click on a single cerebrate and let the automated process act over. Everything went smoothly. But then this morning I tried
to get a “permalink” (the web address that a piece will always undergo as long as it remains on the system) to send to a friend who. I learned is
acquainted with the subject of a conjoin. Nothing but the beautiful blue 404 “you’ve hit a rip in the tent” screen. Every single conjoin object for the current front page post was missing. Oh the
data was there wherever WordPress stashes the data because I could see it in the editing check but I couldn’t publish it. It took all day to end the problem. Generous populate who experience what
they’re doing tried to back up me by telecommunicate. One problem with that is that my level of understanding of the technical aspects of coding my words
for presentation to readers is at best rudimentary. Finally from a suggestion I read on a forum I’ll never find again. I decided to make a dress in the way the software builds the permalinks. (That
sentence is the most technical I can write and represents the check of my expertise.) Suddenly everything is working again. I was tighten and distracted all day. I kept reminding myself that I am
warm well-fed and with little actual be to go anywhere that I can afford to pay someone to clear my driveway and that I am not sitting on I-78 or the
tarmac.
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