Papers, papers, papers

Oh, the shreddage. Yesterday as an initial step in the big move, we went through a lot of our files and papers, sorting and shredding as we went. (Indeed, we’ve found that one of our handiest purchases has been our shredder. There’s something satisfying about not only throwing away some unneeded piece of paper, but also speedily obliterating its sensitive information to bits.) Apparently I had kept every paycheck stub from my current employer, which is almost six years’ worth. I had lots of old bank account, credit card, and telephone statements, which seem so quaint now that I do all my bill paying online.

Going through old boxes, you also find some neat things. Thom discovered a bunch of audiocassettes, including one that his father had recorded of Thom’s 1980 high school production of Bye Bye Birdie, in which he played Albert. We listened to some of that while doing our sorting. Little Tommy, singing “Put on a Happy Face.” How cute! That’s a keeper, of course.