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I’m “slogging my way through deep snow,” trying to build the mother of spreadsheets, trying to list each thing we own (item name, when we bought it, what we paid, etc., plus trying to make sure that the pictures we have on the DVD we burn for our insurance agent is correct and complete.
So far, I’m in my art room. I discovered the pics of the actual room was really outdated, taken before I purged, cleaned, and reorganized. So I’ve taken new pics I’ll go through today, making sure that every I CAN list (there is really no way to list all the gazillion art supplies I have) and that the spreadsheet is as complete as I can make it.
This is really an awful project, so I try to do a bit each day, working in one room at a time.
My husband says we’ll never need this. Our agent says that if we DO need it, the first thing the company will ask for is a complete list (as I’m trying to do now) written in our handwriting (which I’m NOT doing).
I figure we
- won’t need it
- MAY need it, but it won’t be finished,
- I’ll die of old age before I can finish it
If I DO finish it, I’ll print it and put the spreadsheet (all million pages of it) in our safe deposit box.
Slogging through the snow, I go, “Hi, HO…..”
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