I am not organized.
I would like to be, and I like to think of myself as being organized, but I am not. however, I do have a fairly good memory, so I can create the illusion of being organized by simply remembering where things are.
I have been trying to sort through and organize family papers and pictures for the last nine years. Not steadily, but on the basis of having free time, the desire and an ever-evolving plan.
Initially, I started scanning pictures, so my brother could have (digital) copies for himself and his son - this was going to be a gift to him. Unfortunately, he passed before I was able to complete scanning all the pictures. So now, the plan is to scan and annotate for my nephew. As the last member of my immediate family, I am probably the last person who will be able to do this for him.
Added to that, are some papers that relate to my dad, and his dad, and my brother, and so on. A lot of material to try to organize into some kind of coherent entity. And some of the papers are in French, which will require some translation. And some of the material has spelling errors, which will need fixing. And there are some gaps in the information that I would like to fill in.
Currently, I am starting over again - at a beginning of sorts, with obituaries. Perhaps a morbid place to start, but having the advantage of mostly being in my living memory - making it easier for me to correct and annotate.
I am grateful to the rise of office supply stores and their selection of organizational materials and storage solutions.
Now, if only I were as organized.
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