Yours truly does not enjoy finding dead dogs on the side of the highway when I’m walking along. I try not to splatter the remains of armidillo casualties as I drive along. I’ve never bumped a deer caught in my headlights & I hope I never do. But accidents ocurr and it’s good for the buzzards, which are pretty harmless & graceful janitors along the byways of our hydrocarbon society. And, of course, thank goodness for the Highway Patrol & Rescue 8 ~ who clean-up the human messes.
Accidents occur on the cyber highway also, where we are all presently driving our Model-T websites & blogs in a new age. I, for one, sometimes get confused & my percerption isn’t always keen & my remarks aren’t always dapper. I try to be humane & with manners. But…
A fellow blogger did me an extreme favor by writing what I consider a stunning critique of a short novel I wrote many years ago & that I recently installed on the internet. When I didn’t reply right away to her critique she accused me of not caring what she thought & wanted the critique deleted. I had the reply written but not yet had a chance to install it on ye olde blog. I wouldn’t delete her critique, published my reply to it, and instead deleted her request to have the critique done away. I tried to be as diplomatic as possible. She magnanomously forgave me & we’ve been getting along ~ that is, until now.
Her new gravatar confused me. She’s one hell of a photographer but it was bleary, purposefully maybe. I thought in this new photo that she was a guy. She was on vacation so didn’t reply right away to my astonishment, which I had expressed on her blog. I realized after posting the comment that it was awkward but couldn’t do anything about it except, of course, stick my foot further into my mouth with another comment. I was about to try a third patch-up job when I heard from her. She wasn’t too happy about my mistaken perception and informed me.
She’s now deleted her whole blog ~ which was somewhat of a masterpiece. I do not take full credit for this, if any. There must have been extenuating circumstances. At any rate, if I ran over her, it was an accident.
And I’m sorry her blog is gone.