My tags say it all, if you can indeed GET my tags. (Yesterday's post had a quite shortened version of them.) I am too upset to talk about my post that just got eaten--when I tried to upload a photo, I was taken to the home page. More than once. I really wanted to keep that writing as part of my record of my mom's last years. Shit shit shit. Well, here's the photo that I wanted to post in celebration of the beautiful otherworldly moment I had with my mother today. This light was not green in life but here it is so who am I to argue with greatness? 
This photo is so beautiful I might forgive OS for killing my words. Perhaps the picture demanded a solo show.


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Sometimes OS eats things, when it's metaphysically hungry. All you can do is email Gail. Or try what Barry said.
I doubt you can 'unfuck' anyone, though.
Maybe after a walk around you can sit back down & write it again & it will be even better ?
R♥
That being said, I have started hitting "select all" and "copy" before I hit post, then if it disappears it's in the magic clipboard.
I tried a comment @ Kathy Reisemitz.
I tried to comment @ Joseph Bozutta's post.
Mr. Bozutta posted on the Brooklyn Museum.
Kathy Reisemitz had o- rates, 0- reads, 0-comments.
Her most was Titled: This is funny. My comments no go.
This happens many more times than I moan and groans.
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Why?
Kerry?
You?
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Will you ever provide a responsible theory?
Server?
No it is not!
Explain?
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As with Blake, haiku - these poets see the universe
in a grain of sand; they suggest an entire astronomy
by their specks
and their flashes.
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Robert Spies.
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Turn gadget electricity on.
If I don't it gets deleted`gin.
I am not making stories up.
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Try to explain why? Kerry.
sigh. . .
I have occasionally - lately - found on trying to upload a photo that the upload square shows front page - but I have just "cancelled" and tried again until (after several tries) it comes up right. Do you mean that? Or a complete whole-page return to Front Page?
At any rate, a lovely photo...
i think that, perhaps, with such a strong determination, you just may be able to, metaphysically speaking, "unfuck" someone...
at least, give it a shot...
hope it works, and your sentiments can be reunited with this fleeting image of what the water held.
Patrick, thank you.
Deborah M-W--the agony of delete. Am I a dork for never having heard that. I'm still giggling.
Scanner: fist-bump, dude.
Inverted Interrobang--is that not a special punctuation mark?! Right on--I'm a syntax nerd. Somehow today I don't need to have what I wrote in writing--knowing it is enough. I also think a metaphysical unfuck is possible, though perhaps not on the part of the fuckee. In my case, though, yes.
We all should know better, but I too had a post eaten last week. I took it as some sign... a sign of what? I have no idea , but it made me feel better that I spend a good hour for nothing :(.
Love photo there, The good daugher. Look forward to the text if it ever returns.
" ... it was my heart, i am spent ...."
These words tell us everything ... allow us to hear ... your heart ... and your photograph ... such a photograph ... allows us to celebrate the moment you knew alone with your mom ... here ... with you ...
thinking of you ... and of her ... and of moments when heart is all there is ...