Memories

Okay…yesterday’s finest writing did not quite meet the standards of the computer world. My son informed me that because I had titled it with a certain title – it was recognized as computer code and the server didn’t know what to do with it. (Is that a correct interpretation, son?) So if you got a rather “nasty” response – oops. I really didn’t know what I was doing. (Even though I usually don’t know, I pretend I do.) (No comments, please.)

Thus….the wonderful and amazing insights of today – lost. Gone forever.

But basically what I said was that my glue gun broke. 30 years and it was done. I was upset, because I stuck a new glue stick in it and didn’t get to use it! 20 cents down the drain. The first thing I thought of was burying it. This brought me to a memory which I confirmed with my son.

Years ago, the “glow-in-the-dark” basketball we had was deflated, beyond pumping. So, as you would do with any ten-year old, you hold a burial and find a nice spot in the backyard for a treasured item. I was thinking I would put my glue gun with it because I know exactly where we entombed the equipment.

Tonight my son informed me that not only did I use an incorrect title for my blog, but I also forgot that we disinterred the basketball and it was no longer in the ground.

Now I don’t know what to do with the glue gun.