
“Time” at the computer.
The afternoon email brought some more “trash talk” similar to those I identified a couple of days ago. I was forced to spend “tree time” addressing more than a dozen complaints. I was kind, thoughtful, considerate…
Texas has desperately needed rain. In less than one hour, almost four inches of rain!! “Deluge” is a good name for it!! This is a “mixed” message because (1) “rain” on Saturday night, (2) blog prepared on Sunday and scheduled for Monday, and (3) “three-in-one” garden news. The Jasmine plant is showing promise of growth after no growth last year. The black plastic is there in hopes it will smother the clumps of grass that I’m unable to dig out. Rain gauge in the lower-left corner… There (you see) is the vivid evidence that Lorraine occasionally gets off her derriere and ventures beyond the computer keyboard.

I awakened from a dream about aluminum cans. There had been a large social gathering for a picnic. I told the host to save the Pepsi cans. I was madder than a wet hen when I discovered he didn’t save all aluminum cans—only “Pepsi.” (Be careful what I say?)
Many comments greeted me when I checked my email messages. “Complaints” from a woman “mad as a wet hen” with my documentation of her family. I’m not shy about drawing attention to obvious documentation errors and the woman wanted the observation deleted.
POSTSCRIPT: Hindsight, an afterthought, etc, etc., at twelve noon. (There isn’t anything wrong with my memory; my “recall” is slow.) Rita–the complainer—has my email address and could have written directly to me and not attach eight complaints to individuals in my tree. Rita has a “private” tree and does not share her information. Lorraine has a “public” tree (71,816 individuals) and gladly shares her thirty-five years of research. Read an earlier narrative.
“Family” is very important to me!! As soon as I saw the obituary in my email box (about 3:15 PM), I “copied”… and went to my family tree. “Flory” is a “well-rooted” tree and a well-documented family. Carol is my fourth-cousin-one-time-removed.
I wish there was a way to fix “this old duffer.” I’d like to “wax eloquent” about yesterday’s adventure but too tired to type.
Postscript @ 7:00 PM: My neighbor just brought me a “just out of the oven” stuffed bell pepper. Yum yum, good. 🙂