I have been trying to get photographs moved from photo boxes to albums for 20 years. Really. Twenty years.
They haven’t been spread out all over the whole time. I have gotten them out, sorted, discarded some, and boxed them back up more than once. I couldn’t find photo albums I wanted until two or three years ago. I got the albums and additional filler pages. Eventually, I started loading photos only to find the first groups were too small to stay in the pockets. I got black acid free paper and cut it to fit in the pockets and stabilize the photos. Sometime in August, I set up the folding table and cleared the kitchen table and went at things again. I have made very slow progress. Slow progress is still progress.
I find the task of sorting and deciding how to load them and the actual loading into the pockets tedious. The real challenge is seeing my tiny children in the prints. I miss those little people so terribly much.
I am trying to get this task complete because I do love mine and Rock’s two people and I want them and their girls, the Duchesses, to see all these pictures.
I want all of them to see all the grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, too. The family connections and where we come from. Roots matter. That is one of the major lessons I learned from Granny Sally. She taught it through family stories, through visiting cemeteries and explaining the family behind the names carved in granite, through cooking her mother’s dumplings for me when she could and pinto beans when she couldn’t.
Mother was always pulling all of us together. Family ties matter. Something about knowing our people creates connection. I try to get our children together whenever we can. We have several friends who are closer than a lot of our family members. They create an even richer connection for us. They are included in my party tribe these days.
I don’t remember to take pictures enough when we are all together. I am in very few of the photos scattered on the table because I was always behind the camera. We all have phone in our pocket to take pictures. Yet, I forget to do it. Another thing that I don’t like is having everything digital. I would like to have a lot of the photos saved on the computer or my social media account or a thumb drive printed into those ready-made photo books. One of my sister friends is scanning her old prints of photos on to her computer. It’s all a bit overwhelming for me. There seems to be no end to this project.
Oh, well. I will keep progressing. Slow, no doubt. Slow progress is still progress. I will keep reminding myself.
This past week, I took a “quasi-vacation”. I worked five and a half hours or so and left at noon each day. The afternoons off were used to take care of some trivial things. I spent time reorganizing the kitchen cabinets. I moved some furniture around. I did some reading and some napping. Why did I take that kind of time off? I am saving my hours for a trip to Maui. And, I don’t seem to have the time or energy to manage some things during the evenings and on the weekends. I accomplished much of what I wanted to achieve.
The weekend found him bow hunting Saturday morning. I don’t bow hunt, yet. So, I went to visit with my aunt and uncle. It was good to see them for a short visit.
I had planned to see my nieces. Then, decided it would be too much for them to rearrange plans to meet up with me for an hour. However, it worked out that I did get to see two of them. The baby girl gave up some sugars for me. It was a brief moment. But, I am glad I got to have it.
I had left my aunt’s and headed for Humble enroute to see my nieces. Shopping on Saturday in Humble is not the kind of thing this old country girl should try to do. I pulled into the parking lot of the craft store and could not believe the number of cars. I went into the store and found a couple of on sale items that were still over priced in my opinion. I looked back over at the lines to the registers and thought about the baby girl I was on the way to see. Sorry, craft store. Ladybug moments are far more important!
I skipped the purchase. I am glad I did. My local dollar store had a few cute items I had seen previously. Checked back today and got them. A few more Hallowe’en decorations are out. I always wanted to do a big scene in the front yard. Pumpkins, lights, hay bales, mums, scarecrows, black cats, bats and owls. Like something from the pages of Martha Stewart. I live at the end of a dead end street with no traffic, no trick or treaters. Only him and myself to see and enjoy. I seriously doubt he would take much notice. I will not attempt to do that this year.
This past week I made a lot of choices. What to keep, what to be rid of. What to spend time doing, what to spend money acquiring. Who to make time for. I think I did a pretty fair job of choosing wisely.
So, I will enjoy my simple table decorations and laugh at the cat surrounded by eight giant goldfish. And remember what a certain baby girl feels like snuggled in my arms. And know in my heart that he appreciates my not going overboard with decorations this year. And speculate on what my coming week might bring. More orchids, no doubt.