Yes, I did go dark for a few days. It’s a long story and I don’t know all the details (or even want to know them). Let me just say that my “web guy” is the best and I had every confidence that ababsurdo would be back — without me having to email / call / whatever and threaten doom and gloom to some corporate flunky. And so, once I realized that this would likely be a multi-day outage, I decided to sit back and enjoy the ride.

It was kind of a relief! We went to Houghton Lake and I read a book. I. Read. A. Book. A book abook bookbookbook boooooooook. (On my iPhone. Yes, that counts!) Cloud Atlas. What did I think of it? I haven’t totally processed it yet. I loved the stories. Especially the sci-fi-ish parts. I used to *looooovve* sci-fi and read a lot of it for quite a while. I *think* I grokked some of what the author was trying to say. But not sure I got it all. A second reading might get me there but I think I’ll move on. If you have read it, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

When I was a freshman in college, I took an English lit class. I had a rather cadaverous-looking old prof who delighted in freaking out his young students by discussing some of the morbid aspects of those authors’ writings and tying them to contemporary tragedies. I know now (and even then) that he was trying to shake up his sheltered “upper-middle-class” (or whatever we were) students but I was processing some scary incidents in which kids my age had died suddenly via weird heart problems, car crashes, or drowning in Gitchee Gumee, etc. Yikes. So I was scared. But…

I got along with that prof even though he freaked me out. I loved the novels he taught (the poetry not so much but that’s just me). We had to write papers and, based on my writing, he once told me I would be welcome as an English major if I ever decided to switch majors. I didn’t… *IIIIII* was gonna play my flute. Sigh [big-grin]. Nowadays, after I have seen death as many times as I have*, I think I would get along with that old prof but I’m sure he’s long dead. Alas. In that class, I usually sat next to a young woman who spent her time in class making elaborate lists (with circles for dots, etc.) of things like “albums I can bring” — i.e., Teaser and the Firecat, etc., etc. I don’t remember her name now. I’m not sure I ever knew it. Who knows where she is or how much death she’s seen…

And so, this morning, I was walking. I was back at Haisley at the end of my walk and… Doodle-oop! Text message from the GG! abab was back! I stopped in my tracks and posted “Good morning ababsurdo” from my phone, right there in front of Haisley School!

I figured I would write a succinct post about the whole blahg outage. Turns out I’m back to my regular old random blather. I wish I could remember that cadaverous old teacher’s name. Maybe he would like to know that I ended up okay and that he has somehow emerged out of the fog of my youth as a favorite teacher.

Good night!
Kayak Woman (and ababsurdo)

* I have not seen death as many times as some of my [five] readers. Just saying.

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