Friday, August 11, 2006

Sudsy Mouthwash

Yesterday I wrote a brilliant post, all about my weekend at my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, seeing cousins I hadn't seen for 10 years, and how I felt about not being cast in the Christmas show. I agonized, laboured and gave birth to a beautiful assortment of letters and punctuation marks. And, as I clicked "Publish", I saw the little, tiny notice that said, "I am not working properly today and so your post, your lovely little word-baby, will get lost in cyber-space and eaten by ravening dotcoms. Kiss it goodbye now, because you'll never see it again." And it was right. No amount of groaning, hitting the desk, searching through my internet history, or swearing brought back my perfect post. And trust me, I did a lot of swearing. I don't think I've sworn that much, ever. I almost cried, I was so upset.

So now I get to try to recreate a post. It is impossible to rewrite something like that, something that was just that wonderful, but here goes.

My grandparents have been married for 50 years. At the festivities, I saw two cousins I haven't seen for 10 years. I realized that their world view and mine are radically different, but we both create art from our world views which fascinates me. I found out, upon my return, that I am not in the Christmas show. I am both disappointed (of course I want to be cast) and relieved (in that now I know at least). I might audition for the smaller Christmas production but there are a lot of girls auditioning so my chances are diminished. And, in conclusion, acting is hard.

See? So much was lost because of technology. The original was a work of art - this was just work.

On a much nicer note, I am housesitting for one of my teachers this week. Her house is adorable. It used to be a one car garage but is now an absolutely fantastic house for one person (or two, if they're cozy). I covet it - I would love to live there. She has a cat, Portia, and I'm glad she's a house cat because I've missed having a cat in the house. Plus there's a garden I can eat out of, a gas stove to cook with, books to read, pretty curtains, movies, and some space to myself. It will be a nice week.

It'll give my mouth a chance to get the soap taste out, anyway.

4 comments:

Hope said...

Oh my dear girl. I was reading your post outloud to dearest one and I said, "Crap." Your dad didn't see that on the page so he asked me where it was. I told him I was commiserating with you. I know just how that feels. God, it sucks.

Anonymous said...

Hello dear one. I love the way you end your posts! I also appreciate the attitude with which you approach issues that you are faced with, such as M. living with you. May Almighty God bless you, (making a small sign of the cross on your forehead here),in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Love you, Pa

Duckie said...

The anniversary was great wasnt it? It sure was nice to see you there. Hope to see you again before Christmas!!

Whispering Heart said...

Hey sis,

you know the advise i have given to everyone I know who blogs (cause the "i just ate your post" syndrome is common)

write it in MSWord or even just notepad. then save it there before posting...

btw i love your blog. right up there with my love's and mom's...

(P.S. if you dont want me reading it let me know...I know you told my love she could but i dunno about me)