My blog was down for a whole week. From last Friday to early this morning, I couldn't access the blog, nor could I receive mail at the "karianna.us" email that is connected to the domain. (I wrote the posts "published" during that time offline and then uploaded as soon as I could, using the dates they were actually written.)
If you emailed me at my "karianna.us" address in the past week, I apologize. Although the blog (obviously!) is back up, and MT is thankfully allowing me to post again, I still do not have email access.
The total server and back-up failure was not under my control, and the company did what it could to "facilitate" the very slow restoration process. Many other sites were affected, so I knew to be patient.
This past weekend I was catching up on my large stack of newspapers, and came across this -- published a week prior:
[Very relevant comic by the supremely talented Hilary B. Price. Click over for more of her work]
The blog problem was small in comparison to other things happening around the country, after all. (And, if we're being real -- there are many horrific things happening around the world all the time that we don't internalize the way we do something that happens to people who look like us and who live in places like where we live.) Sure, I'm nervous that I've been dropped from opportunities, or that clients are upset that their product didn't receive the very important week-before-Christmas exposure. But, I would hope that these folks know that server issues are completely out of my control, and do not reflect on my sense of responsibility.
Interestingly, as many of us reflected on Sandy Hook, and are also preparing for Christmas, there are people completely in their own universe. I've seen grown adults throw some tantrums recently over rather trivial matters. Perhaps it is indeed their deep caring that contributed to such a short fuse, but there is a lot of greed out there. But, I've definitely tried to let their demands, attitude, and ill-spirit roll off my back. It isn't worth getting upset over.
Wednesday my older son left his violin on the bus. It is the third time he's done this. (Yes, I know.) The first two times, the violin was simply on the bus the next day, which meant he could easily just pick it up and go about his day per usual. But yesterday morning, his violin was gone. I phoned the bus company, and they told me there were no violins in their office, but they'd leave a message for the driver. I didn't receive any communication back, and my son texted me this morning that he still hasn't found the instrument.
I'm crossing my fingers that it is safe somewhere. Perhaps the bus driver put it in the school's lost and found, but didn't receive the message from the bus office to know to inform me. Or maybe the violin is under a seat in the bus that the driver didn't see. (I instructed my son to pretty-please ask if he could look all over the bus - but I'm guessing he ran off to class instead.)
Although I'm a bit panicked because this is the second time he's going into class without an instrument (which means his grade will likely be docked,) I'm particularly not happy about potentially paying for a lost instrument and then starting to rent another instrument anew. After all, we're going through a re-fi right now as we're also spending tons of dough on holiday presents. No need to add to that expense by purchasing a lost violin.
But. I need to keep things in perspective. A lost violin is not a lost child. This lost instrument is a hassle, but it isn't the end of my world. Similarly, my temporarily lost blog (and perhaps permanently lost email) isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
It isn't an emergency.