So yesterday three people emailed or texted me to let me know that my old blog had mysteriously reappeared.
After I picked up my jaw from the floor I checked it out, and voila! My beautiful blog was back where it belonged.
I did a happy dance, and spent a few minutes browsing through the familiar pages. It was like visiting an old friend you haven’t seen for a while. I marveled at the sheer number of posts, the links to pictures on Kodak Gallery, how easily I posted my thoughts and adventures over the years. It was pretty amazing. I guess absence can indeed make the heart grow fonder.
Then I took the time to save a copy of all of the posts that I hadn’t been able to find online. (I’ve been searching for cached copies of the blog online, and found most of the posts, but not all.) So now my laptop holds a picture of every post I ever did (I think).
I wasn’t able to actually get into the blog to post, nor were all the pictures showing up, but I figured I had time to mess with that. Google obviously was still tinkering with it.
Well, they were. But they were deleting it. Today when I tried to log on, it came up with a new message. Not that it couldn’t be found, but that it had been removed.
Like gone forever.
So now I get to grieve the loss all over again. At least before, I knew it was out there. I just had to convince them to give it back. But now it’s gone. There’s no convincing anyone to return it, could I actually find someone to convince.
But at least I had the chance to look at it one more time. To copy the posts I was missing. Now I can proceed with making books out of my thoughts and adventures, as I originally planned. I’ll have to figure out which pictures I used, and it won’t be as easy as exporting a file, but it can be done. And will be, when I get the chance.
Anyway, it negates the question, “Do I go back to the old blog or continue with the new one?” The king is dead; long live the king.
Hopefully in time this blog will be as weighty as the other one was. But it was pretty daunting to look at what I had done, and think about trying to do that again. Then again, I did it a day at a time. (Hey, that’s a pretty good slogan. Someone should use that.) And I WILL do it again.
Now if someone would just send my yearbooks back to me – even for a day.
Have a great weekend – we’re off to an ice hockey game tonight, with a quick stop at Margaritaville. Can you believe I’ve lived here almost three months and haven’t been yet?? I hear a plate of nachos calling my name…
Thanks for stopping – stay tuned!