I finally cleaned off my desk!
After m months of talking about it, I actually did it. I also cleaned off my little table.
It did not take much time either.
The only problem now is the 2 feet of stuff I have stacked on my napping chair.
But the table and desk are relatively clean.
I am going to be perfectly honest. I get so angry at myself, and depressed, when I look at my desk, the garage, the basement, or the closet in the den.
How did I get this way?
Notice, I did not say when because all my life I have had trouble with paper.
When I worked at the newspaper I would have stacks all over my desk....future stories, story ideas, interesting articles, news releases.
Teaching was the same way. I once lost a complete spelling test! Not one student's. but the whole class's!
I think I have some crossed or missing wires in my brain. The ones that allow for dealing with paper and being organized are gone.
Or maybe they were never there in the first place!
Sigh.
When I die the girls are going to be going through my stuff and saying, "What the hell!!"
I still have all the vet records and information on Corki, and that dog has been dead three years. I have a grade school report on the Civil War, done in peacock blue ink, because that was high fashion back in the early 60s. (The report was done in 1961...100 years after the war started. That means I have carried it with me for 65 years!!!). Looking at it, it wasn't really anything outstanding. Or even good. But I still have it.
I have folders of useless information. And I have folders. Just folders. Some used, some new, some borrowed, some blue.
I think I need a lobotomy to get buy head on straight. Check that, get my brain working correctly.
I keep saying someday I will be organized....but I never will be. My mind will always be flying in different directions and I will always be stacking up paper of all kinds.
If it didn't bother me so much, I'd be ok with it.
But I am not.
Oh well.
Peace and Love
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