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Poor, Poor, Pitifull Me!
NADEZHDA'S ATTEMPT TO POST TO THE BLOG:
Try Number One: Open web site, settle down for a quick scan, phone rings, oldest daughter Aria, visiting from Seattle, "Mom, can you take me to the bus station, I'm going to Boston for the day."
Attempt Number Two: Type in Mthope- phone rings, "Nada, a reporter from the Journal is downstairs. Do you have that Media Release ready?"
Ok, Try Number Three: Open web site, read about East Side vs. South Side, now this is interesting. I just get to the post on Lack of Participation by Those of Us Who Visit the Web ¦ phone rings. "Nada, we have another truckload of stuff for Hurricane Relief, the garage is full. Where shall I tell them to put the 200 cases of baby formula, the 200 cases of adult diapers, the 500 lbs of dog food."
Try Number Four: I put my head on my cool mahogany desk, strewn with empty coffee cups, dollar store spectacles, countless bits of paper, and at least ten inkless pens, the phone rings, middle daughter, Kia, at Classical High School, "Mom, I don't feel very well. Can you pick me up? I'm really sorry."
I stop trying to post for a while and decide to eat some lunch; a greasy affair enjoyed in the company of other sweaty, dirty, exhausted volunteers sorting through boxes and bags and bundles of sheets, blankets, clothes, beanie babies, and wet wipes.
Attempt Number Five: Open web site and manage to dash off a response to Naama's potluck invitation. I am feeling quite proud of my accomplishment. I read Jen's Biographical Post and realize that the Web-Stakes have just been raised. Phone rings. "Nada, I think you should come downstairs right away, a client just rammed into your car."
Of course, the client speaks little English, doesn't have insurance, a driver's license, nor is she sure to whom the car belongs. My rear bumper is not so pretty anymore. So we wait, for a couple of hours, for the police: I get my police report, the other woman gets arrested.
Attempt Number Six: Open web site, notice that many Mt. Hope Web Voyeurs are beginning to contribute ¦ this is no longer a one-man blog. Now if only I could pull my thoughts together for a lucid, profound, insightful post on the social realities and the ethical superiority of urban vs. suburban living ¦ phone rings, it's my thirteen year old son, Andrei, "Mom, don't forget my saxophone when you come to pick me up, I have a lesson tonight."
Attempt Number Seven: I spell check my biographical list of errata, I open the web site, I "accidentally" disconnect my phone, close my office door, and POST TO THE MTHOPE-EASTSIDE.ORG WEB SITE!!!!!!!!!!
I ruefully congratulate myself. A web post is a small accomplishment on this day flecked with the stains of my many omissions: a lonely mother, I didn't call, a disheartened friend who's birthday I neglected, a disgruntled colleague I didn't have time to meet with, a class I had to miss, a dinner I should have made, a hug I am too tired to give.
Nada Petrovic
Posted at September 13, 2005 09:09 PM