I’m going to be working on *clearance* in the next few days, too. If Elen goes to camp this weekend, that will leave two weeks before Tom goes, in which we can use his impressive size and strength for the tearing down, cleaning, and rebuilding of the bedrooms, with very much stuff going OUT.
Back in the day, it was called “spring cleaning.”
My shredder finally gave up the ghost. I knew it wasn’t going to last long, but I was hoping it would last through this purge. Ohwell. Payday is around the corner and I’ll put it on my list.
(I saw what you did, there. Thanks!)
I’ll go out with Charlie around 0915 and when I come back in, I will sort the stuff I have set aside and try to find a category for each one. Maybe I’ll just put things into their own file, rather than try to group them by subject. I’m getting to old to be so OCD, I think! :o])
Zeke was just here, getting my signature, and was talking about Crazy Frank wanting to keep the letter for a few days so he could “think about it.” He wants it so he can show it to the members of the quickly shrinking council, I’m sure.
It seems one gal just flat resigned, one is in the hospital and probably won’t be able to function on the council in any position, and the others are bickering among themselves. One position has been rendered obsolete by the Privacy Act, so it looks like a good time for a recall. With three of the five people needed for a council being out, even two alternates aren’t going to fill the bill.
And now, back to the salt mine.
Though Zeke was only here about five minutes, he told me Charlie was on the shuttle to go shopping, so I won’t have any interruptions for a while.
The boxes I’ve picked to sort through have yielded a gold mine of things that I had looked for and knew I had “someplace.” Some of them will go into appropriate files and others will go into a “Master” pocket file so I don’t have to kill myself looking for a master copy of something to print up! YAY!