Moving on now, still trying to document my own life journey

Well folks, my entire blog posting just disappeared once again, so we are starting over here for the fourth time now. I simply cannot retrieve it. It was ready to go, all prepared for posting, but now it's gone. This has been happening ever since my virus scan expired. I don't know how or if I might be able to renew the virus scan. This is so frustrating! I feel like giving up the blog. If you can no longer find it, then that will be what has actually happened. 

Dear readers, if I had printed it all out on physical sheets of paper, then the blog post would still be here. A printed book or even a handwritten letter can live on, but a blog post can be gone in a nano-second-- poof! vanished! gone forever!! That's what just happened here once again. This is getting so frustrating! Is it time to give up the blog? Sorry, readers, but if you can no longer find the blog, then that will have happened. This blog will then be gone, gone, gone forever. 

Does it really matter, since life continues, whether or not we actually document it or whether anyone even remembers anything, The early cave paintings and their markings have endured for thousands of years but the words I had just written on this blog are all gone. And also gone are several previous blog posting attempts. 

Before that, I had been speculating here on how and when the universe came into being and whether it will go on forever. Is the universe all there is? Are there any other self-replicating creatures, like our own plants, animals, and ourselves still in existence anywhere else? We don't know and really may never know. 

I was also commenting on purposeful activity, which all living creatures seek, according to the American Occupational Therapy Association, which is where I worked for 15 years, though not a member of that profession. Indeed, zoos provide purposeful tasks for captive animals, especially our nearest cousins, the primates, by hiding tasty treats in hollow tubes, which the animals then must figure out how to extract, keeping them from getting bored.  

And our dog still likes to retreive a ball and bring it back each time it gets tossed. That for her is purposeful activity and she never gets bored of playing that game.

Likewise, I write this blog because at age 87, now having retired, doing so gives me some purposeful activity while my son is away at work. We don't have TV or any neighbors living close by, so it gives me something to do each and every day. 

As readers may know, I now live in a rural area outside Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, with my son Jon, who often leaves me at home alone with only the dog to talk to. So I still seek purposeful activity by writing and communicating here on this blog. But if my efforts keep repeatedly being lost, then the activity is not purposeful after all. 

Amazingly, our ancestors found ways to engage in purposeful activity and thereby to communicate with us thousands of years later. 

              This image in a cave in Argentina dates from about 7,300 BC. My recent blog                       postings have disappeared in a nanosecond, but a person's hand                                                                            prints still remain after thousands of years. 

As a daughter of architects, I've been searching recently for stone houses. They seem to be quite strudy and long-lsasting. Here are several I found not very far away.  

This old stone house is located very close to where we live now in West Virginia. 

I've just heard from Hanna, my former housemate, who had lived with me back in Washington, DC. She was born in Eritrea but now works as a lawyer out in California, living there with her husband, who is also originally from her part of the world. 

That's enough now for this post, just keeping it short and sweet. This time, I've had nothing at all to say about Donald Trump!