After Jim’s visit the other day I really started thinking about how well archived my life is.    I’ve kept this blog for years and years, which I’ve always printed out now and then, not to mention all the handwritten journals that I’ve kept (off and on) since I was still in high school. 

I’ve always been a photographer at heart, so not only do I have plenty of regular film photos, but I’ve got buttloads of prints from the digital pictures I’ve taken as well.  Plus…  I’ve saved nearly every digital picture I’ve taken on an external hard drive and DVD backups which are in my safety deposit box.  Those digital photos date back to at least 1999.    It’s crazy when you think about how much of my life has been documented in photos, blogs, and journals.

Shortly after thinking of all that, I then realized that I’m sorta screwed right now when it comes to passing all of the “Rubbertoe Archives” down to someone when I die.    My marriage didn’t work out, so there went that chance for kids…  and it doesn’t help that I’m once again single, after having a couple failed relationships since the years ago when Genni and I got divorced. 

When I was younger, when life seemed more difficult than it does now, kids were the last thing on my mind.  Who would have thought that a handful of years later I’d be sitting here wishing that it had happened?    Well, maybe not that it would have happened back then…  but more that this point in my life would be the perfect time for me and someone else to try.  Unfortunately there currently is no “someone else” for that to even be a future option.

Meh…  it isn’t really bothering me, but it is something that pops into my thoughts every now and then.  Maybe once I get settled into this house a little more I’ll see what I can do about setting my life on a different course…

*pondering*