So yesterday I was deleting files and managed to get rid of one that I vitally needed to make MP3's. And I can't get it back. So now I am going back to Square One. I will have to find out if Garageband can handle my Audacity files or if I will have to go out and buy new recording equipment. Such is life.

My a/c went out yesterday. This morning I found out it needed a new blower motor. That is now installed. No point in wasting energy over this. I am just grateful for being cool again.

I want to get back into a weekly posting schedule. Right now summer is keeping readers away, as is the Olympic coverage. But before long, the days will be getting shorter and people will gradually return to their computers to read. I'll be there.

I have been in the salt mines all day. My word-processing program is no longer supported by Apple and it's an Apple program. Now I shall have to buy and learn a new program.

In the meantime I uploaded three new audios. Even they had to be transferred to a new program.

If there is a spiritual parallel, I am not sure what it is. Maybe that change is a constant.

I made peanut butter fudge last night and it was as grainy as an old TV picture. But good.

I hope this suffices for an update for the regular update readers. Send me some comments....how'bout it...

I am still over here at the blog. Come on in...the door's open. Sit down and take a load off. I'll tell you about my day. I went to Writing for Recovery at Cancer Wellness. My good friend, Carolyn Helmer, is its director. Bob and I met her when she was running The Wellness Community. As a former support person for someone with cancer, I am welcome there.

So there were seven of us around the table. We journalled our hearts out. Angela, the leader, shared some poetry with us and some ideas for us to write about.

After it was over, we wandered into the kitchen. Gillian was in the process of making a chicken salad with leftover chicken from a luncheon given there. It was scrumptious, so I got to stay and visit for a while.

For dinner Rob and I went out for a burger and fries and that kicks off my big weekend. Doing what, you ask? Not much, she replied. "She" is sitting at the keyboard of this new Mac, bumfuzzled about her webpages. The old way of uploading them vanished with the old Mac. I must now find a new way to get info to my readers. In the meantime, listen to some audios.

If someone out there is Mac-savvy, email me with some possibilities for making webpages with a wysiwyg composer.

I miss all of you. I hope you miss me. But remember, I am here. Send me a postcard :)

Love, Vicki

Okay, here's the deal. I got my new Mac last night and I am having lots of problems on its shakedown cruise. So why not come on over here to the blog until I get things figured out. I am not a techie; hence the big mess. I used Netscape Navigator for my homepages. It crashed on me bigtime and I cannot upload a version that works for me. That is why, if you notice, the copy on Updates goes back three years. Actually, that was when I got a new Mac, too.

I think the universe wants me to take a trip. As I said, maybe become a wandering mendicant. Just me in a pair of shorts and shirt and a begging bowl. Sometimes I think it is awful to be so "on" that when things break down, you find yourself up a creek.

Now I shall put my spiritual writer's hat on and say this:

Nothing can be nailed down. Not even Christ.

So take nothing literally. Everything rises.

I love you all. And pray that I find a way to undork the website soon. I have a neckache from trying to figure it all out.

I was just thinking about blogspace and how to use it. In the past I have stopped and started blogging. Bogged down blogging.

Here's the odd part. We meet here as is; whereas in the world we meet as if. We are realer here and yet are invisible.

I read energy easily, though. So be nice. Bring chocolate and we'll get along fine.

I went to a Life is a Beach Party at Cancer Wellness. There was a cover band, dancing and food prepared in their wonderful kitchen. Jerk chicken, rice dishes, guacamole. The best part was a huge swath of sugar that looked like sand. In the sugar were mint buttercream sea shells and chocolate dipped pretzel (cattails, supposedly).

A bartender was mixing margaritas, slushies, etc.

Most of us there were dressed as though we were in the islands right in downtown Atlanta.

I love people I met during Bob's cancer years. I am truly connected to them and feel joy in seeing them again.

The Dog Days

The Dog Days cause us to pant and drool as we sit on our couches in air-cooled rooms. If we are lucky. I have been so frustrated with my Mac. It froze and I had to take it in to the Apple Store, where it had almost a week's vacation. Then I picked it up and it hadn't been properly fixed. So I shared my elevated blood pressure with the store manager. "You're lucky. You hit me at the right time. I'm gonna give you a new one." Thanks, I think. But that means I have to haul the old one back into the store and wait while they transfer the old data onto the new one. Then I have to learn how to use the new one.

Reminds me of incarnation and how it works. You get a new life. But first they transfer your old data into the new one. That is called karma, I believe. And learning how to use the new life involves diapers and drool. As at the beginning, so at the end.

We are a funny species. Mired in brain cells, we are still unable to learn our lessons. Brains, like computers, break down, and we are left with lots of unfinished business.

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