Weird, weird day. DH birthday was yesterday. And he chose to loaf around. That is what he wanted to do. And he’s off today. So I feel all off kilter. I spent yesterday being very productive. Today, not entirely.
Went to Joanns and had sensory overload in the scrapbooking section. About 50k types of supplies. Good grief, the edification of our memories is immense. I typically freeze up and buy nothing, or one thing, something non-threatening, like pens. Especially that would have been more comfortable since I had searched through thread, purse findings and pressing supplies already. But I have organizing to do. So I went for it.
[scrapbook]
I would have liked to grab a starter kit of some kind and be done with it. But nothing like that presented itself that didn’t look cheesy. I decided to get some girly looking paper and a 12 x 12 scrapbook for DD, so she could be occupied while I try to gather up the much older photographs. And then I got an 8 x 8 scrapbook for the antiques and paper called The Old World. How appropriate. And a three pack of interesting scissors on clearance. And archival tape and pens.
Whew. Ridiculous.
I arrived there all freaky and in a state. It was pouring and the idiot in front of me decided to STOP on the freeway. Yes, stop. So there I was waiting to be crushed by a semi, wanting frantically to get out of the lane, when the rain eased up and the idiot began to move. Of course, I could not move over because the traffic to my right was going 65mph, like normal drivers do on the freeway.
After adventures in scrapbooking, I ended up in the line of the only cashier work, who went off to hunt for a price. One of the six people in line behind me asked if she might call for help and she replied that the supervisor is at lunch. Right. Retail Hell.
Get to bank and discover that I have a mysteriously wrong safe deposit box key. The correct one, happily, is here at home. So what is this other key? I closed out Grandmamans account. So, tomorrow or Monday, back to bank for DDs documents with new key. And ponder, what is this other key.
Icky cashier at grocery deli.
Made it home alive and spent the afternoon with the scrapbooking stuff, which turned out to be sad and interesting. I categorized the random photos into: grandma and her brother young, grandma in Nice as a teen, grandma as a young mother still married in Europe, grandma in America mostly divorced single parent, the Constantis before 1919, and the Cottins before 1919.
That’s just the stuff that I actually did something with because it was floating around loosely, so I pretty much had to. I put in envelopes my youth, and two other family branches. I will scan and upload one of me, circa 1986, looking like a hoodlum with big hair when I get a chance. Everyone should get a good laugh at that.
I would eventually like to integrate the documents with the photographs, which somehow makes the documents good instead of awful. Filing is awful. Placing birth certificate next to photograph of the infant is nice. Even though there are twelve boxes with random stuff all mixed in with the photos and documents worth keeping. Right, I may have finally talked myself into really digging in to this monolithic task.
[Messy Boxes]
