After the other day’s posting, I was still going strong around the house; continuing my cleaning and sorting, until I got to these boxes.
I’m afraid I am not quite ready to deal with the most insurmountable task ever: the photos.
These boxes are full of photos, mostly those taken since 1996. What happened in 1996/1997 that I got behind in my photo albums?
That was the year I gave birth to my sixth child.
And ramped up my freelance writing.
And helped my husband with a fledgling bookstore business.
Had knee surgery.
Kept up with a mailing list of books I sold to homeschoolers.
Oh, yeah, and homeschooled my own.
I got behind and never caught up, and now, of course, the task seems overwhelming. No, I take that back. It doesn’t seem overwhelming. It IS overwhelming, and this is one task I am not going to complete in a two-hour marathon with Raymond.
These years of photos have to be sorted, organized, and put into photo albums (or if I was really energetic and feeling creative, scrapbooks) which entails hours, days, and even weeks of work.
Deal with this right now?
While I’m working on a book?
Enjoying the perfect Iowa weather?
Helping someone deal with cancer?
Working some hours at my sister’s store?
Maybe this winter.