This Rosh Hashanah will be about wiping the slate, and possibly the server, clean – Orange County Register

Every year we talk about it. Clean the slate. It’s a tradition we started when Sara was very young. As Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, approaches, we’re putting our own spin on the holiday by reimagining what a personal clean slate might look like.

This year, my daughter has outdone herself. If you think I’m going to rave about its virtues, you’re wrong. After listening to me moan about how the emails on my computer had gone crazy because I couldn’t find, retrieve or send any, she decided to try and fix the problem.

In a scenario reminiscent of Mother’s Day when she was five years old and gave an early morning toast to her night owl mom at bed service, she came into my room yelling “Surprise!” It wasn’t really a shout, but rather a joyfully raised voice. First off, I’m suspicious of anyone who can be this perky at 6am. Was she really related to me?

Looking very pleased with herself, Sara announced that even though she wasn’t exactly tech-savvy, and even though my computer was totally different from hers, she was pretty sure she had figured out the problem. So she had deleted my email program and was waiting for the computer to restart so she could reinstall it.

I could feel the blood dripping from my face when she said the word “delete”.

“You don’t mean you deleted all my emails from the last 10 years?

“Don’t worry, Mom; I’m just fixing the bugs. Everything will be fine as soon as I reinstall it.

Except it wasn’t. Instead of the emails reappearing, we got a message from the server that I now had a new email address. [email protected]

Oh good? Currently, I have nothing. If anyone wants to mail me at this address, please do. I have no idea how to get it back. And in case I didn’t mention it, I don’t have an email program.

Everything I had planned to say to my daughter disappeared as I watched her face change from smile to horror. “Oh no!” she cried. That pretty much covered everything for both of us.

As she told me how sorry she was, I had a flashback of a Rosh Hashanah when she was very young. She sat next to me during services in our synagogue, amused by neatly stacking yarmulkes. I remember looking at her and thinking, “I’m so glad we’re a family, you and me.

That pretty much trumps everything.

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