This week I have a different kind of problem. This time I know exactly what to do about the situation that's bothering me, but I have yet to muster the gumption to actually do it. Remember how we turned our former office into a bedroom? The paperback books that used to live on the office wall have been homeless ever since.
The weekend before last Elwood put up enough shelves for half of the paperbacks. Ten days later, the paperbacks are all still sitting on the floor. Mission: put books on shelves. Offer to divert toddler to facilitate building second set of shelves. Put other books on other shelves.
Our piano tuner was here today, and after the piano was sounding like itself again he sat down for a while and talked about his wife's death six months ago -- all the things he has been cleaning out and getting rid of. It sounds like she was quite a shopper; he described bags and bags of items she purchased and never used. It was a pointed reminder for me: if you don't clean up your own stuff, sooner or later somebody will have to do it for you.
Right now we have some broken-window syndrome going in our new office. There's a bunch of stuff that needs new digs (see that big red toolbox in the picture at right? and the garbage can in the foreground, standing in the middle of the room?), and it's easy for clutter to accumulate where there's already clutter. I am tempted to set big ambitious goals that will require me to tidy All The Things before next Wednesday. That's probably neither wise nor practical, though. This week I'll get the books on the shelves. We'll see about next week.
How about you? Want to weed where you're planted?
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WWYP Wednesday, vol. 3
This week I have a different kind of problem. This time I know exactly what to do about the situation that's bothering me, but I have yet to muster the gumption to actually do it. Remember how we turned our former office into a bedroom? The paperback books that used to live on the office wall have been homeless ever since.
The weekend before last Elwood put up enough shelves for half of the paperbacks. Ten days later, the paperbacks are all still sitting on the floor. Mission: put books on shelves. Offer to divert toddler to facilitate building second set of shelves. Put other books on other shelves.
Our piano tuner was here today, and after the piano was sounding like itself again he sat down for a while and talked about his wife's death six months ago -- all the things he has been cleaning out and getting rid of. It sounds like she was quite a shopper; he described bags and bags of items she purchased and never used. It was a pointed reminder for me: if you don't clean up your own stuff, sooner or later somebody will have to do it for you.
Right now we have some broken-window syndrome going in our new office. There's a bunch of stuff that needs new digs (see that big red toolbox in the picture at right? and the garbage can in the foreground, standing in the middle of the room?), and it's easy for clutter to accumulate where there's already clutter. I am tempted to set big ambitious goals that will require me to tidy All The Things before next Wednesday. That's probably neither wise nor practical, though. This week I'll get the books on the shelves. We'll see about next week.
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