I am sitting in the office right now, waiting for the phone to ring. Richard and Sonja are on vacation this week and Canyon is in Marshfield in court. I have filed and cleaned and done various projects around the office. I am not quite done, but almost. I figure I better pace myself if I hope to have anything to do the rest of the week. And it's only Tuesday. I have done back filing from as far back as 2003. Yeah, that's how bad it was around here. But now I am just THIS CLOSE to being done with all the filing. I do have a HUGE box of their personal filing yet to be done. I guess that could keep my busy for the rest of the week. The box is just that big. (The phone has rung three times since I've started this. If you sit and wait for the phone to ring, it never will, but start something, and it is assured the phone will ring.)
So, I thought that I would take a well deserved break and update. It bothers me that when I am at home I am so scatterbrained I can't put a thought together to update. Part of it is I hate the new keyboard Brannon bought for the Mac. It's so thin it's like a laptop keyboard. Brannon claims he can type just super fast on the new keyboard, and that's great, but I can't type on it worth a damn. At work however, I LOVE my keyboard. And I suppose since this is where I do the majority of my typing now, it's just what I'm used to. I've begun a new project at home. It's called "One Box a Day." I am down to just the very last boxes of junk to unpack. And when I say junk, I literally mean junk. Because for the past 5+ I have been in this horrible funk called a bad marriage, I have neglected my entire household. When Brannon and I moved, I had no will to purge. Brannon thought it best (and he's right) that I should NOT PACK AND MOVE THE STUFF I don't want, I should just go through boxes at the old house and get rid of it. DON'T MOVE IT. But of course, being the mule head that I am, I poo pooed that idea the entire time I was packing. You would think that the exciting thought of moving and starting my new marriage to Brannon and having a whole new life would have thrilled me right out of my 5 year funk. But alas, the more I started packing up my crap, the bigger my funk got. Believe me, I was every bit of excited and beyond happy with my new circumstances, but as I said, the more I packed the more I realized how much trouble I had gotten myself into over the years. And I was so embarrassed by the whole thing I really wanted zero help. I explained to Brannon that everyone has baggage, obviously. Some people are fat. This is my fat. Some people carry it around on their body. I carry it around in boxes. I am down to about 20 boxes of just that JUNK that gets misplaced. Yesterday I did 4 boxes. I only expect myself to empty one box a day, but anything beyond that is gravy and one less day I have to continue on with this project. One a day. And it's stupid stuff. For instance, in one of yesterday's boxes I found several plastic easter eggs halves. I have a place for those in the attic in the easter box. So it is literally a matter of picking out these several things, and getting them to the right place. Yesterday I threw away most of what was in the boxes, because it was just junk. Most of the stuff is just things have homes and are misplaced. Game pieces. Random CD's that belong on the computer desk. Odd socks that need to be washed. I found a pair of my gardening gloves which belong in the John Deere room. Books that never got packed up with the other books, because the books were found under the bed as we were moving the furniture. Same with cups and forks that were found underneath the couches as we were moving the furniture from one house to the other. All that last minute crap just got thrown in boxes and that is what I am unpacking, FINALLY. I just can't stand it any more.
Plus, my bestest friend in the whole world is buying a house and moving within the next several weeks, and she needs the boxes. If that doesn't motivate me, I don't know what can. Oh wait, embarrassment. Yeah, that's a good motivator too.