gillpolack @ 2012-04-05T18:19:00
I've reached the inescapable moment when the big stack of papers must be sorted. By 'the big stack of papers' I mean the nice pile that was in order when the burglar struck. It now contains phone trees from ten years ago and postcards from friends and almost everything under the sun. The question is, of course, whether it also contains the tax papers that comprised it originally.
I've been so scared that it wouldn't or that some will have ended up elsewhere (the way all the other papers ended up on top if it), that I put off tackling it. I've told myself very firmly that I'm not allowed dinner until a start has been made.
'A start' - throwing out a ten year old dance group phone tree is not a start; finding evidence that I travelled last year is not a start; putting the postcards aside with a sigh is not a start; finding a pile of poems by a student is not a start. What the thief appears to have done is to have brought all my various papers in together, and then redistributed them to the old piles, but with different contents.
What I intend to do tonight is to delve to the tax level of this one stack and find out how much is there. I'm hoping it's most of it. Then I can tackle the other renewed piles.
By the end of next week, not only will I have done my tax return (finally) but I shall have got rid of many old pieces of paper and created flat surfaces in a place that believes that books are the only permissible flat surfaces. I can't - in fact - do one without the other. My big consolation is that there seems to be no diminution in the amount of paper I have. It's skillfully rearranged, but the thief only took blank envelopes (a lot of them!) and a ream of white paper.
From Saturday, I'm open to drop-in guests. Ring me first, and I'll give you tea or coffee and we can chat while I work my way through this peculiar task. There is no kosher for Passover chocolate this year, for Coles didn't do their order in time. (There might be some now, but of course I can't get there now!)
Where's Rumpelstiltzkin when I need him? And why don't I get some glorious reward at the end of it?
ETA: All my bank records are there. Since they were distributed pretty evenly through the originally stack, it means that things are messy (which they were anyway - just differently messy!), but probably all there. I do suspect that my tax might be do-able.
I've been so scared that it wouldn't or that some will have ended up elsewhere (the way all the other papers ended up on top if it), that I put off tackling it. I've told myself very firmly that I'm not allowed dinner until a start has been made.
'A start' - throwing out a ten year old dance group phone tree is not a start; finding evidence that I travelled last year is not a start; putting the postcards aside with a sigh is not a start; finding a pile of poems by a student is not a start. What the thief appears to have done is to have brought all my various papers in together, and then redistributed them to the old piles, but with different contents.
What I intend to do tonight is to delve to the tax level of this one stack and find out how much is there. I'm hoping it's most of it. Then I can tackle the other renewed piles.
By the end of next week, not only will I have done my tax return (finally) but I shall have got rid of many old pieces of paper and created flat surfaces in a place that believes that books are the only permissible flat surfaces. I can't - in fact - do one without the other. My big consolation is that there seems to be no diminution in the amount of paper I have. It's skillfully rearranged, but the thief only took blank envelopes (a lot of them!) and a ream of white paper.
From Saturday, I'm open to drop-in guests. Ring me first, and I'll give you tea or coffee and we can chat while I work my way through this peculiar task. There is no kosher for Passover chocolate this year, for Coles didn't do their order in time. (There might be some now, but of course I can't get there now!)
Where's Rumpelstiltzkin when I need him? And why don't I get some glorious reward at the end of it?
ETA: All my bank records are there. Since they were distributed pretty evenly through the originally stack, it means that things are messy (which they were anyway - just differently messy!), but probably all there. I do suspect that my tax might be do-able.
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