I gave the "g" the capital in this case for my new best friend, C, who hates religion but who is definitely into GOD.
Who is C, you might ask?
Well, he is one of the mighty fine tech support persons for GoDaddy.com with whom I spent more time on the phone today than I have ever spent in my life with anyone, or at least since I was a teenager.
This is a long story. It involves things like a rainstorm, a power outage, Google Apps admin sites, and my site domain name. And a google tech support guy whom I did not talk to but with whom I e-mailed whose name was Jesus and let me say thank you, sweet Jesus! and when I told C about Jesus, he directed me to his own personal testimony and poetry-about-God website and told me that there are no coincidences.
I was also counseled by two husbands of Facebook friends, one of whom is our own Mel.
So, yeah. All of that happened, as the cool kids say these days. Or do they? I don't fucking know because I am neither cool nor a kid but I sort of love the way that sounds. "So that happened."
Uh-huh. It did. All of it.
And no, I don't need to tell the whole story. I just need to say that technology is a bitch and sometimes it makes us its bitch and that's why we need tech help, so we can make technology OUR bitch. And sometimes you get some vague anonymous person who may be efficient and who may know what he or she is doing but with whom you do not form a close and personal bond and sometimes you luck out and get someone like C who stayed WAY late after his shift ended to help me and who now knows about my dead rats and my chickens and TOO MUCH NATURE and I know where he was born and about his belief in God (but not in a pushy way) and who, when my power went out, still managed to get me through things as I sat on the steps of the one porch on the house where I can get cell phone reception, with my toes being rained on and my computer in my lap, not quite being rained on, still getting internet because my router is plugged into what is apparently an amazing back-up battery power strip.
He was the most patient and dedicated person I've personally not-really-but-almost met in forever and ever.
And IF you are reading this, he did his job. There were a few moments when the blog disappeared entirely and I made little whimpery mewing noises in my throat and said things like, "Have I told you how much my blog means to me?" and he said things like, "Yes. Yes you have. That's why we're going to figure this out," in his manly voice which sounds like a cross between Bill Clinton's and Roy Blount, Jr's. Which is to say, southern. And a voice you can trust.
So. Good God.
That's for you, C, if you ever figure out how to get my blog up on your own personal computer. Haha! No, seriously. I hope you do. Please forgive all the profanity here. I don't know how you personally feel about profanity. Did Jesus talk about profanity? I don't remember.
You went way beyond and above what you had to do and you did it cheerfully. Don't you think I don't appreciate that because I do.
At one point when I couldn't pull up my blog, I said, "May I begin drinking heavily now?" and he said, "Sure! Go ahead!" I didn't but I did fold my clothes while he was muttering about technical things that I do not understand one bit and that was soothing in and of itself.
He also told me that he and his wife have been married for ten years and have never had one argument. Maybe he's a saint. Or maybe he's married to a saint. Or maybe they're both saints. I don't know, but when it was time for us to hang up, to end our transient yet productive and somehow very, very meaningful relationship, I feel we were both reluctant.
We were ships, passing in the internet night. It was a beautiful thing.
And now here I am, not blogless at all, and the rain is dripping off the leaves in the dark and I have discovered that incense is far superior to scented candles in masking the odor of dead rodent and I have the most delicious pizza in the world to heat up for my supper and Prairie Home Companion is on.
I reached out for help today and I received it from lots of people and although I am not a believer in
the sort of god who does that sort of thing, who answers, uh, calls for help, I AM a believer in the sweetness and goodness of a broad swath of humanity and my faith in that was verified and fortified and made bona fide.
And I'm exhausted. But as far as I know, I have successfully paid for five years of Blessourhearts having its own domain name. I was going to prepay for ten years but then I considered that either I or the internet might not be here for that long and so I only paid for five.
And what more can I say beyond Bless our hearts?
I can't think of one damn thing except to say thank-you to everyone who helped me today. And I mean it.