Wow.  I haven't used the word "boredom" for a looooooong time.  I believe that the last time I used it was before we bought this house, and it was certainly before Grace was born.  Therefore, after four days of an enjoyable stay-cation, after having finished scrubbing the basement floor on my hands and knees, and after having purged BOTH bathroom built-ins of expired over-the-counter medications, I was at a loss for how to entertain myself when Aaron offered to take Grace to an indoor playground.  Leaving me all alone.  Alone.  Alone without any work (that needed to be done indoors or could be done in weather colder than 43 degrees Fahrenheit.) 

What's a Type A girl to do?  I had already caught up on all of my episodes of Glee.

I pulled one of the boxes out from under the guest room bed and set it up next to the scanner.  The amount of ephemera still in this house is kind of overwhelming and I've been at a loss for what to do with most of it.  I've begun to scan it.  As much as I can.  We can't keep it all.  But I can't bring myself to just throw it away.

So, I'm formulating a plan.  A plan that may or may not work.  I'm noodling on it.  I'll clue you in shortly. 

In the meantime, if someone could find John Adams Refsinger for me?  I'd greatly appreciate it.  I found his birth announcement from 1942.  His birthday is coming up on February 1st and  I probably need to give it back.