I sent a screen capture of an error message I didn’t have before Go Daddy’s techs attempted to fix my original problem on Day 5. I also sent yet another traceroute showing the exact same thing: I cannot reach WickedWomanMag.com from my laptop on any consistent basis. When I do get in, the server is so slow that I end up sitting and wasting a lot of time. That’s when I know that I will eventually get kicked out. Therefore, it becomes a matter of what I can do in how short a time.
I didn’t hear from the supervising tech today, Day 6, so I phoned to make sure that he received my e-mail. After being caught in meetings all day, he did respond to my e-mail. Unfortunately, he didn’t do anything but irritate the hell out of me. The traceroutes from my network show the packet experiencing an interruption on the third hop, but then re-routes to an alternate server and continues on its way. That’s exactly what it’s supposed to do. Having a hop time out is fairly normal. To say that all of the problems I have are based on one hop timing out is ludicrous when the packet re-routes and continues on until it gets to the target network but can’t go any further because, depending on how many hops each traceroute server allows, it times out on anywhere from seven to 41 hops on the Go Daddy network.
To combat this idiocy, I decided to prove beyond any doubt that the problem was not mine and not with AT&T, my service provider. It is possible to perform traceroutes via the Internet, something I didn’t know until one of the Go Daddy techs told me. Well, that’s what I did. I performed a total of five, each from a different city: Toronto, New York, Los Angeles, Nashville and Milwaukee. Each and every one of them stopped at approximately the same place, but all within the Go Daddy internal network. Doing this bypassed my network and AT&T. I also more or less demanded, in a polite manner, that this problem be escalated because this is the end of the sixth continuous day of intermittent connectivity. Everyone has limits to their abilities and knowledge. There is no shame in that. However, I can’t afford to have someone reach that limit and not fix my problem.
I have to face the possibility that my site won’t open until the first week in May because I will have to change hosts and I don’t have the funds to switch now. As it is, I’m probably not going to be able to pay someone else. I just have to figure out who I can talk into waiting. Every dime has been put into WWM, survival OR is still sitting with the IRS because I haven’t filed my taxes for a couple of years, nor have I filed Mom’s last tax return. I kept the money there on purpose because I didn’t want to spend it. I don’t owe any taxes. I have no idea if Mom owed any for the last year of her life. I have found that she took a great many liberties with the truth when she was alive, but my lawyer has talked to the IRS and, I think, came to some sort of agreement about at least the taxes from the few months she was alive in 2012.
Moving hosting sites means packing up all my stuff and porting it over to a new host. My understanding is that it can be done properly. However, I’ve read too many topics in the WordPress Support Forum where people have not done it well and had a huge mess on their hands. Fortunately, I do know my way around a computer. I even grudgingly remember Windows when I absolutely have to, although I don’t know much about it beyond Windows XP. What I don’t know about UNIX, I can read in the books I have here. Actually, the flavor of UNIX used by most hosts is LINUX. It’s close enough that I can figure it out–I think. Sorry, but I do prefer BSD.
Today I decided that I needed to work on the rest of my life. My poor babies have suffered enough. They haven’t had me because I’ve either been buried in research, writing or “taking time for myself.” Today was their day. I found a rake and cleared out all the leaves that fell in their ex-pen this past fall along with the branches from a couple of bad storms we had between fall and winter. The weather is getting better and they are anxious to get out. Micki goes out with me every day, even if just for a few minutes as I clean the yard. She has a pine tree she can sit or lay under as I do whatever. She was so excited to see “her” ex-pen getting cleaned up I thought she’d pull the branch she was hanging on right out of the tree. I allowed her a few minutes in it when I was finished, just by herself.
My body is not taking this situation well. I’ve been sublimating my anxiety in any number of ways. When I’m writing, I don’t feel at all. I am so focused that nothing penetrates. I’ve used this time to do more research on my feature subject and realized that this will probably be a four-part series as opposed to a three-part series. I even revised the first installment that was published on April 1. The subject is definitely deserving because this is a fascinating story, to say the least. I’ve also shopped vicariously, which was a great deal of fun. However, having to make decisions about what pieces would go into the accompanying article meant hard choices. Again, the graphics took a great deal of time. Not only did I have to choose the one (or sometimes two) items among hundreds, but I had to do so while keeping in mine which ones would present better online.
That’s it for the moment. I will keep everyone advised as to the status of WickedWomanMag.com. I will go in and change the launch page when I can. This is a very aggravating situation, but I will make it through. More importantly, WWM will make it through. I have no doubt of that. I just have to figure out how to survive for the next seven weeks or so. Keep checking Facebook.
Oh! I don’t know how I could forget to say this, but Words From A Wicked Woman will be moving. If, by some miracle, Go Daddy gets its act together, TWW will move there. If not, then it will move to the new host. It will be necessary to reach TWW by typing thewickedwoman.wordpress.com by the last week in April. It doesn’t make sense to renew my subscription on this end if I’m planning to move the blog. I know that it’s an inconvenience, but it has to be done.