So this is the dining room....

Do you remember that hook for an ad a few years ago, for some heat-it-at-home food (note I didn't say cook-it-at home), in which somebody says...."So this is the dining room!" 

Flash to my home office.  It's a disaster.  It looks like a high speed fan was put in the doorway with the sweep feature turned on, and the papers got tossed like a salad.   So I deconstruct the paper salad into piles once again, with the intention of putting them away.  Unfortunately that doesn't quite happen before I end up rolling over the papers.  I'm working the odds that people don't read stuff and thus won't notice the tire tracks. 

Taking on extra duties the last couple of years is what I'm blaming this on:  Dad stuff and treasurer stuff for a organization.  Note to self....next time I am told I'm perfect for a volunteer job ask how many boxes and binders it involves, triple the answer given, find out if they are providing a storage unit, as well a way to back up any/all online files generated, find out if spreadsheets are involved (the words Marilyn and Excel should NEVER be used in the same sentence), AND know the person unloading the job is lying through his/her teeth.  

Running out of home office desktop space and floor bottom space, my relatively recent solution for a big project I needed to start AND finish, not a difficult one, was to move it to the dining room table.  And there it has been spread out for six weeks, untouched, unless I had clients over.   Only then would I move the stuff so a max of three chairs could be used at that table.  Then when they were gone I'd spread the project out again.

Yesterday afternoon I attacked the dining room table, motivated by the fact that the papers were getting dusty.  Honest now, who wants to dust papers?  Last night it was restored to its function. Two large boxes and six binders have now been condensed into one binder, one expandable file, and one smaller recycled decorative box.  Victory!

Now I can say  "So this  is the dining room."   Next challenge....the office floor.

Live richly,

marilyn

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