Sunday, December 01, 2013
I have a good everyday type shredder, one that is not meant to be an industrial strength monster. Yet, for the past two nights, I've pushed my trusty shredder into overheat mode. There is so much paper, I'm surrounded by it, personal documents that date back to the late 60s, now a well preserved historic time capsule of my deceased parents. I am halfway through the box when I realize I am ill prepared for a shred session. I didn't have a dust mask or synthetic gloves. I find that both are needed when handling and disposing of old documents. I push on and tell my husband to put those items on our shopping list. I don't know how you feel when you shred, but It is always so cerebral to me. Sometimes I find myself reliving the exact event, like when I pick up a purchase receipt from a store or a boarding pass from a recent trip.
This was a tough box to clean. It belonged to my parents. That's probably why my Sister left this box untouched for many years. Now that I have moved back home, I am cleaning out areas of the home to make way for the next chapter, which is a remodel in 2014.
The paper in this box is brittle and faded. I sort and shred slowly and methodically. Drifting off , I find myself thinking that "there has to be a faster way to get rid of this". I think about hiring a secure disposal company, I also think about the free Public community shred days, and just when I think I will go ahead and pay someone to shred, my husband reminds me that identity theft is on the rise and that he feels safer if I do it. I agree and affirm that my slow and steady pace of the "do it at home yourself" shredding system works for me.