I may be an excellent teacher and a good writer, but I am not savvy with technology. I try to do things that are beyond my capabilities, and for those endeavors, I have to really concentrate.
I got a notice in today’s email that someone had liked one of my former posts. The post was dated August 19, 2018. I like to go back when I get a notice like that and see what someone liked.
I noticed in that post, I am writing about the book I hope to publish soon. I see a few people have liked that post and since others are now reading it, I think it would be good to add the cover of the book that is now published and tell readers where it can be purchased, if they are interested. If not, it still shows that I accomplished what I was working on at that time.
So I’m sitting here trying to copy/paste the cover of the book, or the link to the book from Amazon.com . . . the doorbell rings. . . I’m not expecting anyone and would ignore it, IF my watchdog, who is certain it’s the devil himself knocking, would just QUIT BARKING! She will not.
So I stand up and since I’ve been writing awhile and began during breakfast, I am still in my pajamas. I need to find and put on a robe. I got that accomplished and finally convinced my watchdog that I can handle whoever is at the door, if she will just go back into a room so I can see who it is without them getting bitten.
It’s a salesman. He’s from Spectrum. Or so his shirt says. Spectrum is an internet company that has tried to get my business for months, if not years. I do not want them. I’ve heard bad things about their service going out when it rains, and I am happy with the company I use and have used since I moved here many years ago. I tell him who he’s from and that I’m not interested. He tries to talk. I interrupt him and tell him I’m a writer, I’m busy, and I’m not going to buy Spectrum. (They send me info on how to purchase their service at least twice a month. They come by very frequently. I don’t want to be rude, but hey, I’m working and I want to get back to what I was doing before I forget what it was.) I finally close the door in his face and head back to my computer.
My head, I realized, was pounding. Between the stubborn salesman at the door and my dog who is glad to see I wasn’t harmed and that the danger is gone, my head is pounding. (To anyone who thinks I should keep my dog loose, first of all, she bites and second of all, when I put her up, I grab something else I can use for protection and take it with me.)
Where was I? That was my question when I came back in here after that annoying interruption. I could not get back where I was, so I made a sign to put on my door when I’m working. I made one to put over my doorbell when I had babies who would finally get to sleep. I remember the wording well. My friends were amused. Some of them thought it funny to knock on the door after reading the sign. That was never funny to me. That sign read,
“RING THIS BELL AND WAKE MY BABY,
YOU’RE GONNA CATCH HELL, AND I DON’T MEAN MAYBE”
I cannot be nice at all times. People assume I’m their doormat when I try. At least I’m honest.
Here’s today’s sign that is now on my front and side doors. (That salesman was in my carport, which infuriates me anyway. Stay away from my car. That carport is like an extended room to my house.) . . . but here’s today’s sign. I hope anyone headed this way can read.
WRITER AT WORK
FEEL FREE TO LEAVE A NOTE
And I did manage to copy/paste the info for the published pet poetry book. It looks like what’s below this line, and is also on my August 19, 2018 page.
(Now it is December 29, 2018. Here is a copy of the Pet Poetry book. Each poem tells a little story . . . usually a true story . . . about a pet or wildlife that live in or near my yard. This book is available at amazon.com You can read the first poem page of it by typing Bow Wow! Meow! by Corbett in Amazon’s search bar and clicking on the that is above the book on their site. Use the directional arrows once the cover pops up and it will lead you through copyright page to the poem. “Old Atlas”.)