As you can guess, I’ve postponed my drive out west just slightly. It might seem odd but I’m going around the house and scanning all of the photos in the house into my computer. I should have started doing this a while ago so I’d be ready to go when I said I’d be ready (on the 9th) but… I don’t know… I think it’s that just after my parents arrived and we started looking over the photos in this box I had this realization.
Every time, my dad would say, “Oh, I don’t want to look at all those old pictures,” or, “Oh, I didn’t know there were pictures in there ” (even though it’s a stack of open shoeboxes completely stuffed with thousands of photos sitting in a prominent corner of the room). Then I’d pick up some photos, “ooh” and “ahh” at them for a moment and he’d start look over my shoulder. We’d then share 15 minutes of history together. This has happened a couple times.
I have this fear that the photos and the memories that back them are going to disappear somehow. Maybe accidentally get thrown out, or burned in a fire, or just forgotten in the back of a 150 degree attic for 10 years.
So I’m taking things into my own hands.
In the last few days, I’ve scanned 700 out of about 2,000 photos.
So, I’ll make it out of here soon!! Of course, if I don’t leave by Friday, there’s a cousin’s graduation party I’ll have to go to on Saturday.. And then Father’s Day is Sunday…. Argh!