Woke up this morning around 7am and knocked out one of my tasks from my list of repainting a wall in my dining room so I can get the thermostat back in action. Knocked that out by 0930 and started venturing into other projects to be productive.
By around 1100 I started going through old papers that needed to be shredded, knocked that out and ended up with a big old ziploc bag containing letters that were saved from when I was deployed. Unfortunately water got into that bag while we were living at the apartment so the letters were all but ruined. Rather upsetting but it is what it is.
Anywho- I began the task of going through the bag of letters and pulled an Enron type of deal and spent hours reading what I had and shredding them for about 7-8 hours. It was a bit of a surreal experience, not just the context in which the letters were written necessarily but (for me at least) who wrote the letters). Long since passed grandparents, great aunts/uncles, traditional aunts/uncles... and one of the odd things were due to the water damage, the letters essentially "resealed" themselves so I essentially spent hours reopening letters from when I lived a different life to read letters from deceased family members.
It kinda has my brain scrambled tonight now that it's over and I'm mentally in a different place tonight. Has anyone else had a similar experience?
-LD
By around 1100 I started going through old papers that needed to be shredded, knocked that out and ended up with a big old ziploc bag containing letters that were saved from when I was deployed. Unfortunately water got into that bag while we were living at the apartment so the letters were all but ruined. Rather upsetting but it is what it is.
Anywho- I began the task of going through the bag of letters and pulled an Enron type of deal and spent hours reading what I had and shredding them for about 7-8 hours. It was a bit of a surreal experience, not just the context in which the letters were written necessarily but (for me at least) who wrote the letters). Long since passed grandparents, great aunts/uncles, traditional aunts/uncles... and one of the odd things were due to the water damage, the letters essentially "resealed" themselves so I essentially spent hours reopening letters from when I lived a different life to read letters from deceased family members.
It kinda has my brain scrambled tonight now that it's over and I'm mentally in a different place tonight. Has anyone else had a similar experience?
-LD
