I awoke this morning to learn that the site for UPWARD DOG was down.
And simply because I had forgotten to renew the domain name.
For $12.95.
Yup.
The thing is, that was all happening on the day before Thanksgiving. And two days after Thanksgiving — on Saturday — the major PETA email goes out to a zillion animal lovers about the FREE ebook. (Yes, FREE — like Paulo Coehlo, I believe in spreading the message first.)
I’d ignored the email warning last week thinking I’d “get around” to this but it had slipped my mind entirely until I saw the site was removed.
NOT GREAT if your major marketing campaign happens without a way to purchase your product. [Like volcano-erupting level not great.]
It did take all of five seconds (and $12.95) to renew the domain name, but then no one would tell me how long it would take for the site to be resurrected. They kept saying 48 hours — but if it were 72, we’d really be in trouble. Here was the hosting service’s consistently unhelpful response:
"We ask for your patience during DNS propagation."
What does that even mean!!!!
Anyway, a major letting go.
And it turns out it was only 90 minutes, and UPWARD DOG is back in business — get your FREE ebook anytime.
Yesterday’s major highlights included dropping Susan’s old and new computers off at the Apple Store for a data transfer, followed by a delightful beach walk with our trio of Susan, Belle, and me. (For some reason, at least three dogs became obsessed with Belle’s stick and we went through about five of them on the walk.)
I’m so on the rocks with Kabuki; beyond the fact that it was mixed night which I didn’t know and found very creepy, there was a one hour to ninety minute wait list. I am trying to practice the Beauty of Waiting — but that’s just plain crazy!
Post take-out from Le Mediterienne, so heartening to see the finale of my beloved Millionaire Matchmaker with Susan, where Patti was herself the client. Such a truly Gemini split between the hard-nose matchmaker and the “just a girl” dating Patti. It was somehow very sweet.
One other note — and I must be cryptic — but I have named my particular demon from yesterday’s posting. Meaning, I have a VERY specific name for that energy that is blinded to appreciating and only aware of lack.
And while I cannot reveal this publicly yet so as not to create a localized social disaster or two, I strongly urge you to try to get it out of me at any local wine bar.
