I wanted to do so much yesterday. My head was buzzing with enthusiasm, eager to get started.
So why I found myself knee-deep in my store of images, defies logic. This is something I have long been meaning to do, but sorting all of them will probably take another lifetime. I just wanted to put Anita’s poems in one folder, and this would take minutes.
This wasn’t on my list and could have waited for another day, but something made me want to do it, and I saw no harm in what should have been a quick job.
I have never been brilliant at copying and pasting, but I don’t know a better way of doing it. All was going well when the PC suddenly decided to be awkward. It allowed me to group copy several poems but wouldn’t paste them.
I persevered, wanting to finish the job and move on when the highlighted images and the waiting folder simply vanished.
I stared at the screen, wondering what kind of game it was playing this time. My heart was in my stomach, fearing the worst and I couldn’t figure out my next move.
I didn’t know whether to be upset or angry, so I did neither. I put the matter out of my mind and moved to another job, secretly hoping that didn’t vanish too.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, thank God.
This morning, I was determined to have a good look, to see if I could find the missing folder at least, as I could probably find the poems online if necessary.
I looked everywhere. In the downloads, documents, Word, and a host of likely folders, with no luck.
Then, that small voice in my head suggested the recycle bin.
And that’s where they were, all of them…
I was hoping for a better day today, but Anita has just mentioned that the TV is playing up again!