The Lost Post

Remember the Sex & The City when Carrie's computer dies and she loses everything? Suddenly, everyone is asking her if she's backed up her work, but she's certain no one had mentioned backing up before. Is that one of those things - like what will and will not catch fire in a microwave- that everyone supposedly knows, so it's not worth discussing?

Our water heater broke last month and ruined our bedroom carpets. I am still grateful that our brush with excess water was more of a smelly inconvenience than a heart-wrenching tale of the importance of flood insurance. As I combed through my mental rolodex for a reference in which to ground the experience, I first came up with the bookstore scene in Annie Hall when Woody Allen as Alvie Singer discusses the difference between the horrible and the miserable.  

I proceeded to write an entire blog about the horrible water-heater moment from my childhood, and by comparison, the thankfully only miserable water-heater moment of my present. I included my husband's references to Hoarders each night as we entered a living room with all of our furniture in it ("So this is what it would be like to live on Hoarders"); I listed the items that could have been on the floor but thankfully weren't; and concluded with the cathartic moment when the carpets were in fact replaced and we proceeded to live as normal people.

All I needed to do was one more read-through and then it was ready to post. I'd even tentatively titled it Annie Hall Wisdom. However, when I went to my documents, there were no recent documents at all. I checked my blog posts: no drafts. Certain I emailed it to myself, I checked my Gmail - no dice. All I had was my email entitled 'blog' where I jot down ideas: "Annie Hall quote. basement childhood v. now". The post was gone and apparently I hadn't backed it up.

There's a sort of resentment that comes when something you wrote is no longer there. Didn't we all have a dreaded "I lost the paper" moment in college which inspires either tears or books to be thrown across the room or both?

The thing is - I don't want to rewrite that whole piece. I know I'll be constantly comparing it to what I think I had written. And I'm grateful that as it was only for my personal blog, I can write an entry instead about losing it. It's not like it was a critical work document - that would be horrible. So as Alvie says, I'm very lucky to be in the miserable column.

Time to back this post up and grab a latte.