Well it’s finally happened friends. That teeny-tiny straw that broke the camels back has landed with the force of an atom bomb on my psyche.
No one died or got sick or lost their job or anything that horrible.
It was just a small electrical glitch. But one that had me fleeing the house to sob in private in the car, as not to scare my kids. By the way if you want a good cry, plug in Josh Groban’s ‘NOEL’ CD. And if you’re anywhere near a hormonal or emotional wreck, it will tip the scales and let you wail. For once I was glad it was dark early so as not to scare the other motorists with my way-ugly sad face. Come-on the only people who make sad look good are actors. We real humans can really contort those facial muscles into something quite grotesque when emotionally out-of-it.
What could be so horrible?
Seven years of digital movies and family pictures – Erased! I’ve got all of this year’s pictures on my laptop. But a few months ago my wonderful husband put all of our family pictures and home movies on a hard drive. Then he wisely copied them onto yet another portable hard drive. TWO BACK-UPS! I have always meant to make scrapbooks and photo albums for the kids and our family. I know of their importance – Geezzz I was a Creative Memories Consultant years ago. I preached that stuff. But I kept putting it off. All those pictures were still in digital form saved on computers.
About two months ago Evo-man was running through a room and his foot caught the electrical cord attached to one of the boxes and sent it flying. Back up number 1 = Toast!
Yeah, Yeah, we should have immediately made an extra copy. But life happened and we didn’t.
Last night Prince Erik took out our master portable hard drive because he wanted to look at a few things. Plugged the sucker in and…
Well, you know,
It made a funny clicking sound,
And absolutely nothing happened.
My husband, the computer genius (he really is), tried every trick he knew and couldn’t recover those precious files. All hope is not lost. He called the manufacturer of the Hard Drive and they said that for around $1,900 to $2,500 they could TRY to recover them for us. Joy! More money – with no guarantee’s. Seems to be the new direction of my life.
So now held in limbo are Christmas get-togethers, our family’s trip to Yellowstone, Mt. Rushmore, California and Nauvoo. Missing is family reunions and relatives (some no longer here). Gone is the Princess Trip I took with just my girls to Disneyland, my first Half-Marathon etc. But the part that hurts the most- Is - gone are all my pictures of Princess and Hope as babies. I can just imagine, but I really don’t want to, them growing up never having a baby picture of themselves, and it’s killing me.
I guess I should just rename my blog ‘The Whining Place’. I’m sorry you’ve had to endure my recent rants and raves of late. It just seems to be all going wrong. All the other stuff kind-of seem insignificant now. Sure roofs get holes, and kitchens fall apart, and dryers go ka-putt, money get’s tourniquet-tight. But those are just things. And that type of stuff can always be replaced. Memories can’t! So until they invent a time-machine and I can go back and recapture all those wonderful events; or, if by some miracle our hard drive can be recovered, I’ll just have to get busy writing. Recording the memories I have of the past seven years or so. There will be some record of it, that won’t be forgotten, even if it is just stories.
It was really hard to think of something good as a result – but here it is. Gone are all my fat pictures! Wahoo! And I did learn a lesson – Next time have 5 back-ups, photo albums etc.
On great news, after a week of washing dishes in the Master Bathroom, my husband rigged this here TEMPORARY hill-billy sink back in the shell of our former kitchen.
Yeah! Believe me this really makes me happy. I am going to have to lay down some plastic so as not to warp the sub-floor before we can finish it. It is very temporary so don’t send CPS telling them we are living in squalor – O.K. More like glorified camping.
And I’m having fun planning my dream kitchen. Butterscotch cabinets with a walnut glaze over it.
Oh, and Thanks for sticking around. I promise my posts won’t always be such downers.