So I spent the past month mostly in bed with some weird exhaustion thing, so not much to tell. I’m starting to feel better now, thankfully. And September started today, so new beginning.
I went through 8–10 boxes of stuff I’ve been trucking around with me since high school. Notes between our oddball circle at school, letters from friends, and lots of (mostly uncompleted) journals from past decades. It was fun in some ways, and hard in others. Tough times that I’m glad are long ago and far away. It’s made me a bit frayed around the edges, reliving some of those things. I chose not to read a lot of it very closely, but a little goes a long way.
Anyway, a fun part will be looking at the hundreds of slides I collected, back when nothing was digitized and slides looked 1000% better than print photos. I haven’t seen them in years. My ancient slide projector actually powered on, but the bulb is shot (I’ve had it since college, so… 40 years), but my husband’s at-least-as-ancient projector works. Good thing because we can’t afford to buy one. Once I’ve viewed and sorted all the slides, I’ll have to scan them. Or send them somewhere to be scanned so I don’t have to put that kind of time in. (I have a good scanner, but it only does maybe 6 slides at a time, and then I have to take the scans and make them into good files. Way too much work!)
We took the dog for a walk around the block this afternoon. It’s 1.2 miles, with hills, so not a super simple schlep. After 3 weeks of mostly lying down, it was quite an effort to make it all the way. The old dog had a tough go of it, too. But the more we do it, the easier it will get. To a point, anyway.