My Friend Diane

It’s been a rough week culminating with a final day of being a junior citizen. I’ll let you figure that out. I hate connecting the dots. 

Anyway, by Friday, after having been sick for most of January with the head cold from #ell and then coming down with a chest cold last Sunday, I was finally crying Uncle. The kittens’ mewing was keeping me awake all night and wouldn’t even give me peace for dozing during the day. Those of you who have ever had bronchitis or pneumonia know what I am talking about. 

My nurse practitioner squeezed me into a busy day and by evening I had my diagnosis and my prescriptions. My sister had just happened to stop in that morning and would not go home. ☺ She changed my bed and did my dishes and drove me to the clinic and to the pharmacy. She was a godsend. I was laughing in the morning when she told me that I couldn’t drive myself to the clinic because I couldn’t walk a straight line, but as the day wore on and I had grown more weary and ill, I was grateful that she didn’t obey orders.  Sometimes a gal needs a sister! 

While I was laid low, I spent time visiting my online friends. I noted that I had somehow missed visiting my friend Lavender Dreamer and clicked onto her site. Boy! Was I in for a shock. Her blog had been removed! 

It didn’t take long to be in touch with Diane and to learn that she had not taken her blog down rather a bot had. For further information, please click on *Diane’s new site.* The scary thing is that, if this can happen to Diane’s blog, it can happen to mine or to yours. 

Things like this make me think about backing up my blog, which is on the same tab with deleting my blog. Hmmmm, wonder why blogger planned it that way. My blog was last backed up in 2016. Now I am trying to decide which dozen posts best represent my haven. I think I should upload them to Shutterfly or something. One never knows...

As I told Diane: you chat about walks in the park and wildlife, books, and dolls, and crafting and sewing... It just occurred to me that Diane has been telling me to enjoy my life and remember to play for many years now. Why, goodness, Shirley and Tammy wouldn’t have a stitch of clothes if it weren’t for Diane! 

I pray that things are set right so that all the hard work Diane has put into her blog through the years does not go away in the blink of an eye. Lavender Dreamer and Mr. Lavender Dreamer are on the case and I certainly hope that they prevail. Otherwise, it just isn't fair.