Still working on getting back to east coast time - not very successfully. It is almost 2:am here and I am just thinking I should get to bed because my body thinks it is 11:pm.
BUT - just as well, because I was forced to continue cleaning off the dining room table for the whole day. Progress, sort of.
I have been filling 9x12 envelopes for friends and relatives, of people whose faces they would like to have: ancestors; deceased parents, and the like.
This past weekend in the East Bay, I handed my friend Michael pictures of his parents who were close friends of my own parents. Tomorrow, I am having lunch with a friend I haven't seen in years so I can give her some photos of her late mother. I have tracked down the daughter of my mother's first cousin because I have pictures of her parents and her grandparents that I suspect she has never seen because they belonged to my grandmother and when she died, my mother took them. But what about the people whose offspring have died or moved or married or live in foreign countries and I don't know who/what/where they are? What do I do with the pictures of my grandfather's sister's grandchildren in Israel or Argentina, whose names I don't know - but whose parents(no doubt dead) I have pictures of?
All of this requires decision-making: there are duplicates and triplicates of photos I already own. What do I do with them? There are five billion pictures of baby Rayna (aren't there always of the first kid?) - Rayna in the carriage; in blonde curls, in braids as she grew, and then after the braids were cut off in 3rd grade. Oh, yes - and what do I do with the braids, which are still in virgin condition, wrapped in tissue paper? And the curl from my first haircut? REALLY!
The last straw was this photo. This vicious-looking creature was in our backyard at a picnic. We never owned a dog; none of our guests owned a dog. What was this?
And why, when I turned the picture over, had my mother written "Decoration Day, 1959."
Why on earth would she keep a picture of a random animal? But why not? She kept everything else. Trust me, I am not keeping it.
Sigh...I am off to bed.