I have stalled in my gentle, ongoing Swedish death cleaning! The papers, letters, journals and diaries have me stumped, the main problem being that I can't read them. Neither can my phonne - although the technology is wonderful, as yet it struggles mightily to manage handwriting, occasionally breaking into what I think is Chinese. (If you are new here I should perhaps explain that I am partially sighted. I have maxular degeneration.)
When you fly a glider (which I did in my thirties) and it stalls, you dive deeper, gathering momentum until you regain balance. It's scary! I think this is what I have to do with all these papers. Dive deeper, think harder, find a way.
I am filing this under Simply Seeing..Or Not and Simply A Studen-t Of Old Age.
Doing it in tiny stages so as not to be overwhelmed! Bear with me..
I absolutely LOVE that the blog can carry on without me for a bit! So enjoying your conversations.
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