I cleaned out the garage today. I mean, I gave it a thorough once-over, consolidating boxes of our lives into fewer boxes, making sure we were using space frugally and intelligently.

It’s always an emotional thing to do, because you run across photos, letters, mementos, souvenirs from what almost seems to be another life.

Jeff called me a “pack rat,” and I am — but an organized one. I have thrown away maybe a dozen letters in my life; everything else, I keep. I have letters from people who aren’t in my life anymore, some from people who aren’t in the world anymore. I found photos I had forgotten about, images of places I can hardly remember visiting, things I didn’t know I had kept. I’m glad I kept them. Seeing them makes the memories more tangible.

OK, sentiment over.

On a completely different subject, I just ran across this scathing indictment of Disney’s lack of creativity — a fascinating read.

Back to the Ranch tomorrow. London was cooler. 😉