I took a walk down memory lane today and got lost. Every time I start digging in my old memorabilia, I find it hard to tear myself away.
I save everything. Unfortunately, I rarely label anything. So, I have a lot of junk that must have once held some significance for me, and now I can’t begin to fathom why I saved it in the first place.
What is a pack rat to do? I had to get rid of a lot of it. It seemed like a drastic measure, but I really had no choice.
I also have lots of pictures Charlotte drew or things she wrote, and apparently never put a date or her age on any of it. So, as I was rummaging through this stuff, I was making a vain attempt to correctly date it all.
I’m making a very belated New Year’s resolution right here and now to put a date on everything my daughter hands me. When she’s a world famous artist I’d rather her not say to the press, “Yes, that is one of my finest works. Unfortunately, my mother is a loser and never dated it, so I can’t tell you when I painted it.”