My immediate family knows, and probably a fair number of friends do, too, that I am a bit of a packrat. (Oh, come on now, there is no reason to ROFLYAO.) So I have started a project to get rid of things — well, okay, in particular, to get rid of papers. How I have chosen to do so may elicit a few more guffaws, but hey — other people (who shall remain nameless) choose to use their leisure time in ways that I consider wasteful(!!), so I claim the right to waste my leisure time in whatever way I choose.

So here's my choice: I am recording the bare-bones information for a fair number of papers (receipts in particular) before I throw them away. Let's put it this way: doing so makes it possible for me to throw them away, and guess what: I've been able to recover a lot of personal history and fill in some gaps by doing so. This is important to me, given how ... surprisingly gapacious my memory can be.

I've already gotten rid of many kilos' worth of paper at this point.

A couple of things I want to mention in passing: WTF is it with practically all airlines that they do not print the effin' year on their boarding passes? How is leaving off the year a good idea in this time of overwrought "security" procedures? I have a lot of boarding pass entries on my spreadsheet(s) that will require cross-checking with other sources. I do not like this.

The same is true for SNCF train tickets, only with these it's at least theoretically possible to find the date from the "composter" stamp, assuming it's legible.

Speaking of legible, the other major thing I've discovered is that... there are a whole lot of receipts that are pretty much completely illegible now.—And by completely, I mean that holding them at angles to the light and using a magnifying glass doesn't reveal anything useful (and just takes up time). I hate the (lack of good) thermal print technology that produced — and still produced — such abominations. Bad! Bad!

I may always wonder about those events which may now be forever lost in the sands of time, but I'm happy to have been able to revisit, however briefly, some extraordinary moments in my and my family's past (some of which I will doubtless elaborate upon in this blog).

Hooray for paper trails!