I just get so upset when I spend hours typing and the next second it all disappears and I can't get it back. Oh well.
When Things Just Disappear
October 15, 2025
By Rose Marie Rideout I spent all day typing my book,
Hours I've spent doing this.
The next second it's all gone,
I don't know how this was missed.
Twenty-eight pages disappeared,
It took so much time to write.
It made me kinda upset,
I typed long into the night.
How I managed to make a mistake,
I'll not understand why.
I'm tired now and need a rest,
Before I start to cry.
I'll try again in a day or two,
Start over from page one.
I can't remember the words,
I'll try again just for fun.
I'll learn to save each page,
As I type so it won't disappear.
The words that come from my heart,
To show you how much I true ly care.
I've had that happen, too. So, I understand your dismay and your poem. On my Macintosh computers, I always use a back up drive with a feature called Time Machine. But if it's something between the backups which occurs about every 15 minutes, it can be lost by several accidental moves. In my case, since I use my voice to write, by simply saying a number that will activate a feature or even a delete, everything will be gone.
After I retired, I quit wearing my glasses every day because I can use the computer and watch TV without them just fine. I left the eyeglasses behind my computer and in front of the printer. A couple of months ago, I talked to one of my caregivers about my glasses that she didn't know I even wore and remember showing them to her.
On an upcoming trip, I wanted to wear my glasses again, so when we looked for them, they are gone. The two caregivers I talked to don't remember talking to me about glasses, so it's a mystery.
Finally last night, my partner said, when you gave away the printer that didn't work, maybe it was in the tray when the cover was closed and Javiar took the printer because it wasn't working for us. He may have been deported back to Venezuela, we fear.
Fortunately, like you can, with regret, rewrite what you lost, I have another pair of designer glasses that I never wore and I can wear them on our trip, looking cool.
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After I retired, I quit wearing my glasses every day because I can use the computer and watch TV without them just fine. I left the eyeglasses behind my computer and in front of the printer. A couple of months ago, I talked to one of my caregivers about my glasses that she didn't know I even wore and remember showing them to her.
On an upcoming trip, I wanted to wear my glasses again, so when we looked for them, they are gone. The two caregivers I talked to don't remember talking to me about glasses, so it's a mystery.
Finally last night, my partner said, when you gave away the printer that didn't work, maybe it was in the tray when the cover was closed and Javiar took the printer because it wasn't working for us. He may have been deported back to Venezuela, we fear.
Fortunately, like you can, with regret, rewrite what you lost, I have another pair of designer glasses that I never wore and I can wear them on our trip, looking cool.
Ron