It’s that time again. Bed time. I write best when I’m tired though. Or maybe I don’t, but since I’m tired, I’m slightly warped in thought so words spill out easier. Whether or not they make sense is up to the reader, I suppose.
I have a cluttered desk. I hate clutter. I have miscellaneous stuff lying around: September’s savings account statement (looking better every month, folks!), a cookbook, a photoshop book, an empty container that had broccoli and cauliflower salad in it (but I ate it all), my Pilates certificate (had to make a copy of it for something), a flex spending receipt, my eyeglasses, a water bottle, my hospital volunteer application, the 2010 PPI member directory…
But now, even as I’m typing this, I’m breaking words up as I put papers away. Just speaking of the clutter is driving me crazy so I pause…and put another item back in it’s place.
My dad always said, “A place for everything and everything in it’s place.” Perhaps I got my organization and decluttering from him, although–funny enough–he is a huge pack rat. You should see all of the stuff that he has tucked away in the crevasses of the house that he was born in and has lived in for over 60 years. That’s a lot of years of accumulation!
Speaking of my dad, when I was in Kalona on Saturday, he requested some pictures of him harvesting. Well, he didn’t really request it since he doesn’t ask for stuff, but he more or less thought it would be a good idea if I took some pictures. So, between shots of my brothers, I snuck a quick one of my dad’s field. (I didn’t make up those clouds, folks! That was pure God genius at work.)
And because I just cannot resist trees…
So here I sit, crossed-legged on my computer chair, staring at the screen. It’s official. I have passed my prime. I have to go to bed. Tomorrow I have a lot planned, a whole list of things to do. I’m going to finish clearing off this desk and then I will rest my eyes, my body, and my mind.
Goodnight world.
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