On the plus side, I found a box that I'd been looking for off and on for probably a year. I'd given up on it, but it made me sad because my mom had sewn pouches for my cards. With three moves in four years, I figured they were lost. They weren't. The box was in the office. In my defense, it was underneath a pile of my dad's stuff because my office is the dumping ground whenever anyone is coming over.
I found software I'd forgotten I had. I'm not sure if the add ons I found will work with the latest version of the software because it was made for an earlier edition, but I'll try anyway. I also ran across software I'd purchased that makes Celtic knots when I type. It was on floppy disk. I had to dig through my drawers to find my plug in floppy disk drive. I bought that when I found partial stories I'd written and not transferred off of the floppy disks they were saved to. :-( Odds are that I'll never write those stories, but I still wanted them in a format that I could use.
On the progress front, I moved stuff out of my office that shouldn't be there. Like my yarn. That went into the storage closet across from the office in some banker's boxes. Other things went upstairs to the bonus rooms. In Minnesota, I had a basement. In Atlanta, I have an upstairs bonus room. Both were/are storage.
The bad news? I didn't finish the project and everything that I didn't have a chance to go through got tossed back into the office. I'm surrounded by chaos. Again. Still. Sigh.
I'm probably going to have to live with it for a while and this doesn't make me happy. Overall, this project was a fail with a few bright spots. Although the office is a little better and I have my new storage cart set up near my desk so my planner stickers are handy.
