Despite secretly suspecting we’d be spending most of our time here in Whistler seeing sights, shopping, and lolling about telling stories to amuse ourselves—in short, doing anything but the work we intended to do—we actually made some real progress in sorting, identifying, scanning, and labelling our family photos today.
We know, we like to live life on the edge.
Whatever. It’s what we came here to do, and we’re feeling pretty proud.
We started by collecting box upon box of loose photos, photo albums and a dubious-looking family tree from our downstairs locker.
A shopping trolley just lying about came in handy for carting the first load upstairs. And that, friends, is why we now have a trolley parked in the foyer of our apartment. We promise, we’re not turning into bag ladies. Yet.
We spread our day’s work on the table.
Getting busy scanning photos and inspecting negatives.
Bucky felt lonely and unwanted, so we gave him an important job: Chief Apple Inspector. It made him feel needed, plus allowed him to have a healthy snack when no one was looking.
Our work is nowhere near done. Tomorrow we rise at dawn to enter the fray once more. Tally ho the fox!
(Not really, we just think it makes us sound hardcore.)
Karen, Wendy, Rachel, and Bucky (Chief Apple Inspector)