Clump #169: Another (!) paper pile is cleared.
Yesterday, while preparing to have company for dinner, we found a bunch of — PAPER (Dun-dun-dun!) — needing to be dealt with. It was almost more than I could bear. This is precisely the genesis of my paper problem: get ready for company and, in the cleaning process, sweep together excess papers hanging around, shove them into a hidden space (closet, basement, etc.), and vow to get right to the clearing and sorting as soon as my hostess duties are over. (Yeah, right.) Thus the cycle: stash and repeat, stash and repeat … I end up with a paper jam the size of which I just conquered in the month of February.
I had diligently kept my blinders on the twenty-eight piles I’d vowed to get rid of, but other paper had weaseled its way into our house. I was so discouraged after all that paper-work to find myself in the same darn place.
I came home this evening to find my dear husband starting to sort yet another pile:
Do you remember the song “This is the song that never ends”? It came on at the end of the television show Lamb Chop’s Play-Along, with Shari Lewis and her puppets. This is how I feel right now. (Good Lord, when I googled the song, I saw a youtube video that boasted ten hours of it! Oy!)
I have also been feeling as though there’s a psychic connection to my paper purging and the endless winter we’ve been experiencing this year. Right now we, and possibly you, are bracing for another big snow. When will it end? I thought that instead of a bright color for pigment therapy today, I’d wave the white flag. Snow on our street looking like threatening waves of ice:
I’m fighting back the tide with my own whites, magnolia:
Iris with just enough color:
Same with a ruffly orchid:
A flower that reminded me of exploding fireworks:
And ballet slipper-colored roses:
My new motto: don’t fight the endless snow (or paper) … grin and bear it.