Today was a cleaning day. I am embarrassed to say that I spent most of the day cleaning off the desk in the kitchen (well, not a desk you sit at, but I don't know what else to call it.) Dumping ground. Tip.
It took me all day to decide what to throw and how to organize what to keep.
There are still some things that don't belong there: a 1979 withdrawal slip from a bank that no longer exists, signed by my mother and father; a small box that says "my toy dishes" written on top in my mother's handwriting. She was born in 1917 and the dishes are china, wrapped in tissue paper. The box is falling apart, held together by rubber bands. A match safe that I should nail to the wall, but since I plan to paint the kitchen it doesn't make sense. The file drawers below are full, so I have a dozen manila envelopes with things I need to tend to. Photos of the grandchildren. Pens, pencils, a pencil sharpener; the phone.
The bulletin board is another story: tax bills that remind me our real estate taxes have nearly doubled in the past 18 years.(do I really need these?) Prescriptions I need to remember I have. more photos. Cartoons that make me smile. (I saved it from 1983 because my father never failed to fall asleep in a concert).
Miscellany. BUT - I can see the horizontal surface (at least for now). There is still some stuff on my kitchen table, out of your sight -- but I'll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I will go into my sewing room.