Not that it's very interesting now, but I have scribbled down "How I found the photos--seven years to the day" as a reminder to talk about it, so: I had installed the program Need3Space because I have millions, literally millions, of files on my computer, and I was hoping to clear anything temporary off for a little breathing space. N3S doesn't delete files--it lists files that you might
want to delete, so I take full responsibility for being a dumbass and apparently deleting an obscurely named file that Microsoft Word requires to function. I pulled it up to work on Cloverfield (which I finished a rough draft of today, while we're here) and it claimed that Word wasn't installed and that it needed the installation CD, which was (it informed me) not currently in any drive. Strangely enough, I could see Word behind this text box, and I could see the list of my most recently opened documents, so I knew it was on there. After some digging, I found the specific file it was missing and asked around to see if anyone could just email it to me, because the plastic chest where my software lives was four feet away and I am that lazy.
Well, and also, it was under a tub of stuff, and I was afraid I'd open the chest and the software wouldn't be there, and then it would be time to panic. As long as I didn't know for sure--Schrodinger's software, if you will--I didn't have to panic yet. But finally, I wasn't getting any younger and Cloverfield wasn't writing itself, so I got up and moved the tub.
It's not a tub, exactly--it's a small plastic wastebasket I used in college, and since it was clean, I'd been using it for storage. Huh, I thought. What's in here, anyway? And that's when I found five envelopes of photos from my 2001 senior (college) trip to Cuba. Pictures that had been missing for seven years.
And they'd been sitting four feet from my desk, covered by a small stack of greeting cards, all this time.
So I put the Microsoft Office installation CD into the drive, and Word cheerfully finished installing itself--it did all the work for me and took literally three seconds to do so. I am convinced that my being dumb enough to delete whichever file it was directly led to my finding the pictures, because I believe, somewhat idealistically, that things happen for a reason. Or at least some things. I found the pictures, by the way, pretty much seven years to the day that I arrived in Cuba.
(I still can't believe how sad I feel over the Heath Ledger thing. Anyway.)
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