Things that happen when Rachel and the kids aren't here

Today I consolidated all the random boxes, bags, and envelopes of photos we had tucked around our house, and sorted them into four storage boxes: Rachel pre-me, me pre-Rachel, Rachel and I pre-kids, and Parker and beyond. I got boxes at Target specifically for this purpose.

I cleaned out the three built-in drawers in our hallway, which were crammed with photos, but also christmas decorations, 2/3rd of the Star Wars trilogy in VHS, a hood ornament for a 1965 Ford Falcon, some old work notebooks of mine circa 2002, a bunch of knotted extension cords, a tire pressure guage, a philips head screw driver, miscellaneous plastic farm animals, and about two lucky bags of trash. (Actually, I put the Star Wars tapes in the trash. Kept the hood ornament, though.) Plus, I waxed the wood runners on each drawer for easy opening and closing.

I bought some deep storage containers for moving some of the kids current toys out of rotation, which is my planned activity for the evening.

I've also watched 6 episodes of the BBC series Robin Hood, worked about 6 hours, toured the newly renovated Oakland Museum, and slept 10+ hours per night two nights in a row.