Good News or Bad News First?

That's what Ray asked me while we were sitting at Emily's soccer practice tonight.

"Are we kicking someone out of a house?" That's what I asked him first.

"No."

It took me a second. I blinked. "My computer can't be fixed." It wasn't a question so much as it was what I immediately knew to be fact.

"They couldn't retrieve any data." Bam. There it was. The BAD news.

We finally sent my computer out to be fixed a week ago. I didn't realize we would hear something so soon. But, I had been so sure that all my pictures...my collection of pictures from over 2 years' time would still be there.

But they are not.

Good news? I'm typing this post from my bed using my almost-like-new-repaired lap top.

Yep. It's back, and I'm glad, but, at the same time, I am very sad. My pictures mean a lot to me. In fact, I would say they are my most important possessions. They are the keeper of my memories. What am I going to do without them?

Of course, I've been very upset all evening. I keep trying to tell myself that it's not the end of the world; there are worse things that happen to people, and I still have the people who were in those pictures, but this doesn't lessen the loss I'm feeling tonight. I mean, what's life without memories or proof that memories have been made. I mean, let's face it; we can't remember every little detail; that's why we have cameras.

Big sigh here.

Oh well. I guess I just need to suck it up and get back to the business of making more memories.