I have now scanned approximately 500 of what appears to be roughly 19,000 family photos that have all gravitated to my spare room over the past 20 years.

There have been some sorry looking outfits and hair styles coming out of this project:

Let's just say I was 14 and call it good, yeah?

The scanning itself is mindless. It keeps me from thinking about the decreasing value of my PERS account and my sad little IRA. Also about the fact that somehow I became the very adult I swore I never would: tsk-tsking over the price of milk with a complete stranger at the grocery store. And meaning it.