My friend came over this morning to borrow a book from my “lending” library (I don’t know why they call it that because somehow they never make it back where they came from). I really think it should be called the “forgotten” library!
“Mary” (not her real name) looked around my office and said, “I thought you weren’t moving until next year.”
I calmly replied,“I’m not moving; I’m cleaning out folders from my filing cabinet and putting them in storage boxes.”
“Who in their right mind has that many folders?” she asked.
Can you see my face turning red?
First of all I want to explain something: Yes, I do have “that” many folders because I’m afraid if I throw something away, I’ll need it the next day. So I have a large storage space in the basement for “said” folders.
The problem: I can’t move them (shoulder injury) and Mark can’t carry them (broken hip). So here they lay in “neat” little piles all over my office.
Last night, I had a great thought (it happens occasionally). I ran (hobbled) into the office to write it down before I forgot it, and tripped over not one, but TWO boxes. I kicked the third!
This afternoon the boxes are taking a hike…I don’t care where they land, they’re just going. Jon comes home tomorrow from house sitting (only because “it” has a pool). And when he gets all dried off, I’m grabbing him to do some box work.
Yesterday, the neighbors put in a new deck and fence (actually, it’s been ongoing for three weeks). Pound, pound, pound...saw, saw, saw…buzz, buzz, buzz! This morning I looked out the window and guess what? More boxes. They left all the boxes from the new fence in “our” yard.
I’m running away from home today, not because I want to BUT because I have to. I have deadlines and I’m tired of staying up until 2:00 AM to get them done!
When the boxes find a new home, I’ll come back and live happily ever after. Maybe!