the difficulty of ease

I am a master of making simple tasks consumingly difficult.

That which is pointedly obtuse, for me, is forever conquered with diffident ease. Just give me something glaringly obvious to solve or resolve, and I'm your person to create a conundrum . . .

Today, por ejemplo, I went to my Viewshock site, for a comparative analysis of which photos I had online, and which I wanted to add.

My site was gone.

People consider me a "techie." I should be, by now. I have the training and the logical capacity. What I did not have, at the moment I discovered the page I had not created, was coffee.

Things not to do upon awakening include: bother people in other states, because you've not yet accessed your Basic Logic.

Um, yeah. I did that.

First, I called my Web Daddy—the great ISP provider and host with whom I've been working ever since ever since . . .

I got voicemail, so I sent him an email, asking what I'd done to deserve this, and pointed him to a screen shot of the travesty.

Next, I phoned my best girl, and asked her whether she could see my site (as if I were viewing the thing locally, rather than remotely. I know. Duh.).

She asked which one.

I said, "Oooh, good question: you look at Viewshock; I'll check . . . huh, that one's up . . ."

My girl said, in a flat tone, "Your site's toast."

I still hadn't made coffee, but Basic Logic was starting to rise in my consciousness. I told her I'd already emailed my host; I'd checked my server, to ensure I hadn't somehow changed the index page; so, really, the only logical entity left to investigate was the registrar.

And, yeah: my domain name expired yesterday.

While I was hurrying along through the payment pages for that, my Web Daddy phoned.

I answered, by saying, "I love your ring tone? And, um, I figured out the problem? I'm dealing with it? I'm sorry? I love you?"

He laughed, in that rich, hearty tone he has. The man is possessed of the finest voice I've ever heard. Jazz musician turned techie. Mm hmm.

"Pay your bills," he told me.

"I didn't get a bill," I insisted.

"Get your bills," he laughed.

Well. Yeah. There is that.

My gratitude to all the good people who've called and emailed in support of our family crisis.

Everybody's handling the best we can.

To an approximate understanding of ease,

~Emmanuela