
Behold! Here is my humongous project of OLD envelops and cards to archive. I know it’s not the same as holding pieces of paper in humanized hands with opposable thumbs. But I can’t hold onto memories, no matter the niceness.
The solid blue box is Dad. The wicker blue box is Mom. The Xmas cards are inside the small white trash bin. The anniversary cards are in the turquoise box. The generic invitation are in the pink box. And the ones in the front are from health service providers, more of mine (center), and a mystery red envelop.
So yeah, it’s gonna take me a week of processing between house chores and bitching.
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