Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

I had a tech nightmare Tuesday afternoon. I came close to panicking, fearing the loss of so much of my work or my inability to work for days. I rushed to Albany to the Apple Store, which sent me home without fixing my problem. It wasn’t an Apple problem; it was a software problem, and all is well. I’m back online and calming down.

I was frightened out of proportion to what was happening. It’s been an intense, complete, and pretty incredible few days. Among other things, I thought I had lost my wedding present from Maria, a silver money clip with a Mary Oliver poem inscribed.

I have carried it with me every day of my married life.

I don’t have words to describe how upset I was at losing this beautiful thing, a solid connection to Maria.

Maria went through the garbage this morning and found it. I was in a pharmacy bag.

This made it a pleasant day for all my tech grief. I’ve been on the Internet for over half a century, but it has only sporadically been easy.

My Dyslexia has had more trouble with technology than spelling by far.

But it ended well. I learned much and am happy to be sound, working, and grounded again.

I don’t know why it got to me as badly as it did; I’ll have to consider it. Tomorrow, I have my Zoom gathering with blog readers, which I love.

I will finally pick up my new sunglasses and head back to Saratoga for the dermatology session that was postponed due to the Eclipse. I look forward to seeing you in the morning. I’ve had it. I like these photos; I’m branching out. I have some new white roses that I love, and I am messing around with Succulent pictures, which I also love.

That’s enough: no names and spelling, just flowers. And no panic.

I love the purple

Windowsill gallery

Spider succulent

It’s a gorgeous day, and I’ve already been out sniffing around with my camera. I’m sharing some mid-day photos because they are unique and should be seen in honor of Spring, which is finally here. You’ll recognize the African Violets and the white roses.

Otherwise, you’re on your own; I love the flowers and don’t care how they are spelled or what they are called.

I took many photos this morning, and I like many of them, so I want to put some up before they get lost in the mirror.

You might also recognize the plant once called The Wandering Jew, a name sometimes applied to me before it was deemed anti-Semitic. I can’t pronounce or spell the socially and politically correct name, and no, I’m not really looking to learn it.

Sorry, Correction Squad. You have to hunt elsewhere for your snacks.

Color and light will be up as usual at the end of my workday.