Saturday morning, I heard the tell-tale clicky-clicky of a failing hard drive in my desktop.  I have three internal drives so I was really hoping it was the oldest drive, but no such luck.  It was my C drive.  While went out ans shopped with Anjea, Laura, and Alley, tall!boy worked on the system.  He was trying to recover data, but I told him this has happened before and he just needs to get a new hard drive, format, install XP and then install the old drive as a slave and I can get all the data that way.  But boys…  they never listen.  I guess I probably wouldn’t listen to him telling me how to quilt, either.

So last night, he finally gets around to installing XP and you know what he did?  Accidentally formatted both the new drive and my giant slightly older drive that had ALLLLL  my important pictures, including some sent to me by my friend, Sam, who committed suicide a few months back.  He was an amazing photog and he shared some pics with me that he told me later he’d deleted.  I promised him that I would hold on to them in case he ever wanted them again.  Now, that means I’m the only one with a copy.  I cried for quite a while while tall!boy researched how to recover the data.

The program’s running as we speak, so fingers are crossed in the Tollerton household…