While I was at it, I cleaned the bookshelf. It was a VERY satisfying job to do.
It makes three areas now in this chaotic room that are in order. It sooths the nerves and inspires some sort of confidence that eventually things will be better here when I leave.
I have developed a strong desire to make a difference. Even if it is temporary, I want to know that I helped. Otherwise, I would go stark raving mad !
Working here has inspired me to go home and do some re-organizing of my own. I have so much writing that is scattered here and there. Loose sheets of paper and things on the computer that haven’t been printed out and stuff on floppies that has never seen the light of day in the hard copy world.
I have generated so much writing in the last year, like never before. I know most of it is just recording everyday life, but it must be my age…. I want to save it. Maybe my yet to be grandchildren’s grandchildren will want to know what life was like in the year 2003 for a middle aged woman in America. And I want all this writing to be in some kind of order, so it is not hard to read and figure out.
I have some poems and a few things that my grandmother wrote in her lifetime. I think it would be especially interesting to read her diary, if she had kept one. It would help me understand who she was and what she spent her time thinking about.
Well, I had better stop for now, my poor brain is starting to stutter, not to mention the typing mistakes I have made and corrected….(lucky you)…