Yesterday I worked some more on organizing old photos. The big achievement is they are all in one place, and protected in plastic boxes or containers. It's as if the house multiplies its objects every 30 days! I feel good that if one of the kids wants to see old photos, it's doeable now. We could look through, and I'd identify people, and maybe we could even organize by family (Mom's or Dad's) or era. I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
My husband is going crazy about his study, because in the last few months he's just stuffed things in there rather than do the sorting to put stuff away. There comes a time when you have to get rid of something to put something away. We are there. I've taken to giving away books if I have more to put away. I've given up on saving magazines. I never seem to pull them out to read them anyway. I do not save every book that is a good book. I think mainly of books I might reread. I am a rereader. I probably don't need all my teaching papers, or my early drafts of books I've written. Nobody is going to be writing a biography of me, because nothing much has been published, and to no acclaim. Ah, well, I'm in good company.
So organizing is partly an acceptance of dreams given up, or deferred at best, and self-importance easing away. Room must be made for the real, the now, the possibilities in the future.
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