Day 188
It all started innocently enough. I put a piece of paper atop my calendar (that is sitting, on an angle, on the left side of my very tiny desk. The desk issue still has not been resolved.) … meaning, with every good intention possible, to file it away or take whatever action was necessary with that said piece of paper … in a timely manner.
Somehow in the course of a few days and nights that one piece of paper miraculously has reproduced … exponentially!
I just flipped through over 60 pieces of paper! My one piece of paper is now a SIZEABLE PILE of bills and cards and catalogs and notes and receipts and doctor’s orders and sticky notes and magazine clippings … and a few file folders. Oh yes, and one book.
Sigh.
And I consider myself organized!
Egad.
So, later today … as NOW is certainly NOT the time to rummage through that pile of whatever (as it is too hot in this office, I have to go eat something, and I just plain don’t feel like it) … I will tackle the job. And the hour I think it will take me will stretch to two or three or five … or more. I will put on Pandora and I will pay the bills and balance my checkbook. I will linger over the cards I received this week and think of my far away friends whom I miss so much. I will sign and address the cards that I pulled out to send for next week. I will put the book on the shelf, I will file what needs to be filed, I will toss what is no longer needed or pertinent.
And while doing all that I’m sure I’ll have an “aha” moment and say out loud, “Oh, THIS is where this is!” … or some such thing!
And then I’ll try to decipher the 9 neon green sticky notes that are interspersed throughout the pile … with such cryptic messages as: Aug – pot/CR CB ck (WHAT?!) … or Illinois 49156 (hmmm – my lineup number?) … or Olga – audio gram (???). I don’t know. And since they make no sense to me now … they will go in a little sticky note purgatory pile for a week and if by the end of next week my brain doesn’t recognize those codes of information … they will be filed in the circular file under my desk. The same circular file that the dogs keep knocking over and grabbing kleenex out of and shredding all over my office carpet!
In any case … the pile will get sorted out. Things will be attended to. Notes will be made. Letters will be written and sent. Bills will be paid. And I will be left with just my calendar looking up at me, once again … waiting for that next one little piece of paper.