I've disappeared for a bit again in order to go back to my dad's house and continue cleaning out an accounting office where essentially nothing was thrown away for, oh, 35 years. NOTHING.
Paper clip, anyone? We seem to have plenty.
I couldn't face the discomfort of sleeping on the couch again (not after all those hours in the car), so I screwed up enough nerve to sleep in the only available bed, which happened to be in my dad's bedroom. You know, the room in which he passed away a mere month ago? You would be correct in assuming that I kept the light on.
I suffered no hauntings, however, and arose refreshed to face the veritable mountain of paper and office supplies which awaited me. We filled up the garage yet again with boxes of stuff to be recycled or given away or thrown out. I managed to get rid of 2 huge old office desks and a bookcase (thank you, Craigslist!); and I spent more time gathering photos that I will bring home and beg David to scan into the computer. A good day's work, but there is stuff I still have not even touched.
Which brings me to the real point of this post: people, walk directly to whatever filing cabinet you might have in your home and empty out a folder or two. Now. Just do it. Repeat this exercise at least once a week. Your children will thank you for it someday, I promise you. Oh, and really? They won't care too much about your high school yearbook. Feel free to toss that, too.