Hoohaa ... how many places can
one hide the paperwork she doesn't want to face? Let me count the spaces! In a 1600 sq.ft. home ... there are too many to
count!
Here I was patting myself on the
back Saturday evening thinking I was all that because I had faced 2.5 years of
filing and survived! I sit down tonight
to face yet another one of those ostridge avoidances to realize that I was
missing an important document. No
problem I think, I will check my new handy dandy accordion filing system! What?
Not there? Oh, yes ... I
remember. Go to my favourite "other"
spot only to find another fistful of envelopes!
*groan* .... slit, slit, slit .... file, file, file ... ding and done. Still I can't find the required document. Pondering where can I have put that? *light bulb moment* .... oh ya! Off I go to be met with another fistful of
envelopes! REALLY? slit, slit, slit ... file, file, file ... ding
and done. Still no document. I am now faced to approach the dreaded
box. Yes folks, THE dreaded box! The one I dumped all of Bill's chicken
scratched stuff in! My feet felt like
lead and my heart sank for I knew that although I am in forward motion, THIS
box is still not for me - yet.
I sat for a great deal of time in
front of the box labeled - BILL when I am ready! I even snuck a sip of wine while I fingered
the box. I finally lifted the lid to be
met with all of his little notes of nothingness, cards he chose and wrote
"I love you" in. Another gulp
of wine and I dove in. Reaching to the
bottom to find a file folder ... EURIKA!
I grabbed and brought it to the surface to find the required
document. I rushed to put the lid back
on the box, but not quickly enough for I noticed his last note to me ...
"Welcome to hockey my love!"
As I am about to embark on a new season of ball hockey, I guess it is
appropriate and a sure message that he is still with me.
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