It is Thanksgiving time, and it is time to be thankful for things great and small. This photo is a picture of me around four with my Mother in her delightful hat and my great grandmother holding my brother. I show you this picture because it has been in the bowels of my computer for maybe three years. I will correct that, and say that it was in the bowels of my previous computer, and then somehow I managed to get it over to this computer. In fact that was hard, but not as hard as organizing them and finding them and placing them in somewhat of an organized way.
My photos were so messed up, and it was enough to make a grown woman weep. About three days a week I would sit down, and try to work some. I could not create folders in the right place. Somehow I could not drag and drop to the correct place. It was awful. God, it was awful.
Then Sunday afternoon in the middle of a storm, midway through the second football game, and before the third game started, I decided to open up a new program. I chose Picasa by Google as it was free, and my sister liked it. And it turns out, I can work it. Yes! Yes! In about five hours, about two thousand photos were preliminarily organized.
This whole process reminds me of my college days. When I went to college, I had no clue as how to manage a check book. I still don't, and after about 20 years of marriage and huge trauma ever month at statement time, my husband does the whole thing, and does not even complain. But in college I did not have a husband, and so when I could no longer deal with my checking account, I would close up shop and find a new bank. Then I would know where I was, usually at zero.
I know that Thanksgiving is not for the little things. It is about health, security, freedom, our families, peace, but on Thursday I am going to give a thanksgiving for my photos.