Here's what happened in words of few syllables. I thought, hey, where's that picture of the wonderful woman I named my daughter after, who I'm hoping to go visit this summer. For that matter, where are _all_ the pictures from that trip to Europe. Hmmmm.
I had previously thought, hey, where are all the Xmas cards from two seasons.
And then I thought, hey, where are all my travel binders?
Well, the travel binders are in a crate in the basement; I yelled at R. when he found them and told him to leave them where they were. Of course, neither of us can now recall exactly where that is, but I'll find them. Later. I'm betting all the Netherlands pictures, including the one of my dad's cousin A., are in there.
As for the missing cards (and now I know why I found so few wedding cards and no cards for T.'s birth), I've found a stash of them in a crate holding up the scanner. Well, it was holding up the scanner; now there's an empty crate holding up the scanner and the crate is downstairs waiting to be decanted into some binders.
Safe, stopping point my sweet something-or-other.
ETA: I also found my high school graduation photos.