Today my mom went through some of the boxes she brought back from her mom's estate. It feels a bit weird. Since my grandma lived in La Jolla, it's not just the heirlooms that came back but stuff like toiletries. My sister was fighting to get some of the makeup and perfume.
She had a number of photos I'd never seen. They're copies she (my mom) had made and framed for family members. It turns out she'd never seen them until about 10 years ago. My grandma kept them all in a bank safe. Which isn't a bad move, given that all it takes to lose your history is a house fire.
The San Bruno explosion really made me think about how prepared I am to have to leave everything behind with only 5 or 10 min. to grab stuff. I've got a decent emergency kit but I haven't streamlined family memories into a grab'n'go box.
I was trying to get my mom to allow me to scan some of the photos. Her scanner is much better but she won't get around to it for a long while. I'm feeling a sense of urgency. A need to digitize and distribute so that if one copy bites it, another one exists somewhere.
the only thing worth anything now is gold.
Buying something at its all-time high is *such* a good investment.
The insomnia fairy, like Santa Claus, can be everywhere in the world at the same time. He was here all night Sunday, despite the Ambien.
I think I'm most intrigued that you believe this represents a change from my current circumstances.
Well, no, not necessarily.
The San Bruno explosion really made me think about how prepared I am to have to leave everything behind with only 5 or 10 min. to grab stuff. I've got a decent emergency kit but I haven't streamlined family memories into a grab'n'go box.
Reading
Plenty Enough Suck to Go Around
[link] has me pondering similar stuff. At the least I need to make a list of shit to grab, consolidate important papers, and start a big Rubbermaid container thingy.
Reading Plenty Enough Suck to Go Around [link] has me pondering similar stuff.
Reading my RSS feed has me contemplating same. That and the Atlantic basin revving up. We're about due for another hurricane to take the NC inland tour. Eh, if I grabbed my cat and my pocketbook I'd be pretty well set, aside from my executrix duties. The latter's approaching the end stages, thank goodness.
My sister got a nice scanner thingy designed specifically to archive old photos, so she said she'd be putting the family pictures in online storage somewhere. Of course, I said I'd do the same with the family recipes and haven't touched those in a year, so who knows if she's doing any better. There's been a suspicious lack of links.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCE HARRY!! Phwaurgh!
Happy birthday, Nora!
Aims, is "Phwaurgh!" some sort of phonetic spelling of air kisses, only with tongue?
Apparently kids are so cute and cuddly when they're sick so that their caregivers don't seek revenge when they catch the ick. I have been sick for 3 days and in steroid withdrawal. Shoot me.
Happy birthday, Nora!!!!
{{sj}} I won't shoot you but I will give hairpats.
Happy birthday, Nora!
Ugh, sj. I wish you some better moments and days, pronto.
This day... don't let me even begin. But, since we're focusing on the good parts: new bed! New, comfy (read: unlike the bed I slept on the past few years) bed!
And tubeout~ma for Drew.
