Lately there’s just too much heavy stuff around—in books, movies, in life and on my blog. I decided I need to lighten up.
The answer blew in with Hurricane Irene– which flooded my friend Amy’s home on Long Island and inspired her to clear out her office, listing on her blog a few amazing treasures she discovered in her horde.
I don’t use the “H” word referring to myself. Clutter sounds so much more benign.
Still I’m in the same situation as Amy. No flood; Irene didn’t make it to California—but it does look as if a hurricane made a direct hit.
On my desk.
If this sounds familiar it’s not just due to Amy.
I did the same thing. A few years ago.
Obviously it worked—none of the stuff from 3 years ago is still on my desk.
I have no idea what I did with it–and no idea how all the new stuff got here. But it’s here—so I’m making a partial list of what I actually found on my desk TODAY. (Of course this doesn’t include the things found on everyone’s desk: i.e. papers, CD’s, photos, office supplies,
In the spirit of organization, I thought about organizing the list chronologically. But I couldn’t decide if that would mean how old the item is or when it landed on my desk. (And I don’t know the answers either way.)
So here, in no particular order, is my Wall of Shame:
A plastic bag filled with business cards I collected at BlogHer ’11
A plastic bag filled with business cards I collected at BlogHer ’09
2 brushes: A cat brush and a toothbrush
3 balls—a golf ball (I blame V for that since I don’t play golf) ; a rubber ball, and an “8” ball (if it worked, which it doesn’t, the message would probably read: It’s hopeless )
A book I wrote about and promised to send to someone a few months ago
A graduation tassel (Both my kids graduated college this year—but this is from MY my high school graduation)
A “Daniel Bar”–one of the huge chocolate bars that were the party favors at Daniel’s bar mitzvah
3 different balls of yarn
A checkbook I lost 3 weeks ago (and insisted V was the one who lost it)
A watch I bought for $5 at a flea market in Moscow. (Very unlikely it works since it’s almost 20 years since the trip; also unlikely it worked when I bought it.)
So here I am—left with all this stuff and one important question: After 10 years, can I still eat the Daniel Bar?