My Eyes Are Tired

I'm back at the slide sorting again.

I started on this a couple of years ago. I picked out the best family photos of the kids' early years and shipped them off for scanning.

That was the easy part. The first few years' slides were stored in metal boxes, in chronological order, labeled and catalogued. Later years aren't quite as well ordered. And then there are the prints to deal with.

I might be able to finish this task if I manage to outlive Dad -- he almost made it to his 92nd birthday.

P.S. This scene was the inspiration for Cynthia's blip yesterday.