Some weekends are busy, others are slow. This weekend brought some of each. Sunday was the slow day when I finally had time to relax. Among other things I caught up (mostly) on my blog backlog. The things I posted Sunday tell the story:
Hawk and I had lunch on Sunday with two of our friends who couldn't make it to our party Saturday. Well, I guess they could make it but they chose not to. They are hyper-vigilant about Covid and won't take a chance on indoors things like parties, even among groups of known friends who are all vaxxed. Sadly part of the new normal is some people are still in crisis mode with no exit criteria defined. Anyway, we met at a restaurant that has outdoor dining. The weather isn't the greatest for eating outdoors this time of year, but at least it wasn't raining at lunchtime.
The thing was, while my computer and extra monitor were off my desk last week, the piles of stuff that have been growing around them got worse. And with cleanup for the party on Saturday, stuff wound up all over the desk. I knew if I didn't clean it up Sunday evening it would be an agonizing mess to deal with while trying to start work Monday morning.
I could have just cleared up the space in the middle of my desk. Indeed, that's what I did first, so I could set up my laptop and reconnect it to the external monitor. But I figured as long as I was in cleaning-things-up mode I might as well sort through the pile of papers in what I call the "landing zone" on the corner of my desk. It's basically an unlabelled inbox.
In the top layer were a few things I tossed atop the pile in the last month or two: a primary election re-registration card and a few financial/medical statements. Then there was a layer of stuff from 3-4 months ago. Then June 2023. Then March 2023. February 2023. When I got to paperwork from January 2023 I mused how I'd just reached stuff that had been buried for a literal year. And there was still more below!
My desktop dig reached all the way back into 2022. I found an insurance card... issued for 2023. We have a different insurer in 2024. Oops, I guess I didn't need that. I had a receipt from a hotel stay in October 2022. That was the oldest thing on my desk. 15 months old! Why did I even have that?
All the stuff I wanted to actually keep I sorted off into appropriate folders. That meant, of course, creating some new folders for things. And by "creating" I mean repurposing old manila folders and hanging folders with new labels and putting them in my file drawers.
Oh, but putting new stuff in the file drawers in the office means having to take old stuff out. There's only so much space in the office. What's old, in this case? For one, I pulled out a folder of maintenance records for a car we sold in 2022. That goes to the industrial shred bin. (It's too much for our home shredder.) Then there are taxes from a few years ago. Those we keep, but down in the Hobbit Hole.
I thought about leaving the 2017-2021 tax folders in a neat pile on my desk to take downstairs later but then decided that if I didn't move them immediately they'd simply wind up on the bottom of the next archaeological dig. So I tucked them in one of our storage bins down in the Hobbit Hole where there's paperwork dating back to the 1990s. And now my desk is clean! Well, at least that one corner of it is clean. 🤣
- Playing my D&D game on Friday night
- Having our joint 102nd birthday party on Saturday
- My retrospective on the year 2023— which had been in the queue for 3 weeks!
Hawk and I had lunch on Sunday with two of our friends who couldn't make it to our party Saturday. Well, I guess they could make it but they chose not to. They are hyper-vigilant about Covid and won't take a chance on indoors things like parties, even among groups of known friends who are all vaxxed. Sadly part of the new normal is some people are still in crisis mode with no exit criteria defined. Anyway, we met at a restaurant that has outdoor dining. The weather isn't the greatest for eating outdoors this time of year, but at least it wasn't raining at lunchtime.
A Home Office Move Out and Back
In the evening I decided to tame the mess that had taken over my desk. Last week I moved my work area downstairs to Hawk's crafting table. I did it because she needed to work at home all week, and we conflict too much over talking needs when we work in the office together for more than a few hours. I did a similar move in Sept. 2022 during a heat wave. My office setup is smaller than hers (she's got more external monitors) so I made the move. And now, like in 2022, I moved back after a week.The thing was, while my computer and extra monitor were off my desk last week, the piles of stuff that have been growing around them got worse. And with cleanup for the party on Saturday, stuff wound up all over the desk. I knew if I didn't clean it up Sunday evening it would be an agonizing mess to deal with while trying to start work Monday morning.
I could have just cleared up the space in the middle of my desk. Indeed, that's what I did first, so I could set up my laptop and reconnect it to the external monitor. But I figured as long as I was in cleaning-things-up mode I might as well sort through the pile of papers in what I call the "landing zone" on the corner of my desk. It's basically an unlabelled inbox.
Desktop Archaeology
As I worked my way down through the pile of papers, sorting them into three piles— to keep, to trash, to shred— I felt like an archaeologist working a dig site. I was scraping my way down through older and older history.In the top layer were a few things I tossed atop the pile in the last month or two: a primary election re-registration card and a few financial/medical statements. Then there was a layer of stuff from 3-4 months ago. Then June 2023. Then March 2023. February 2023. When I got to paperwork from January 2023 I mused how I'd just reached stuff that had been buried for a literal year. And there was still more below!
My desktop dig reached all the way back into 2022. I found an insurance card... issued for 2023. We have a different insurer in 2024. Oops, I guess I didn't need that. I had a receipt from a hotel stay in October 2022. That was the oldest thing on my desk. 15 months old! Why did I even have that?
All the stuff I wanted to actually keep I sorted off into appropriate folders. That meant, of course, creating some new folders for things. And by "creating" I mean repurposing old manila folders and hanging folders with new labels and putting them in my file drawers.
Oh, but putting new stuff in the file drawers in the office means having to take old stuff out. There's only so much space in the office. What's old, in this case? For one, I pulled out a folder of maintenance records for a car we sold in 2022. That goes to the industrial shred bin. (It's too much for our home shredder.) Then there are taxes from a few years ago. Those we keep, but down in the Hobbit Hole.
I thought about leaving the 2017-2021 tax folders in a neat pile on my desk to take downstairs later but then decided that if I didn't move them immediately they'd simply wind up on the bottom of the next archaeological dig. So I tucked them in one of our storage bins down in the Hobbit Hole where there's paperwork dating back to the 1990s. And now my desk is clean! Well, at least that one corner of it is clean. 🤣