Declutter #20 - Scraps of paper

This isn't much, but it's something! I can sometimes clear the clutter quickly and other times I default to dithering about hanging on to stuff. This blog is motivating me to do SOMETHING each week. We have so. much. stuff. So much! I'm going to combine three short stories in these little scraps of paper.

I am NOT trying to throw anyone under the bus (and I typically just toss junk mail in the recycle bin), but this made me laugh. 

I LOVE my Chevy Volt. I can't imagine selling it unless someone were offering me 100x its dollar value. 

The "I need it now and I think you will be pleased with my aggressive offer." was too much for me! Aggressive offer? Seriously? Like a million dollars? I don't think so.

Less humorous were these notes I took at an AA meeting on 9/18/2017. Louie and I went to be supportive of someone. It was interesting, but I left feeling like "what can I do?" Looking at these notes, though, I really like the lines "I did not cause it. I can't control it. I can't fix it." Fixing things is such a temptation! But when it's someone else's life, there's really not much one can do.

Part of the reason this paper (and another with it) even saw the light of day is that I had filed a paper away in my filing cabinet. My rule is that if something goes in, something else has to come out. I don't want to take the time and energy to go through everything in the filing cabinet, so I just do it haphazardly when there's something else I want to hang on to. Hey. It works for me. And I love it when I go look for something and find it promptly!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't remember where I heard this, but "Right now (2023) is as far from 1980 as 1980 is from 1937!" For some reason, that really blew my mind. 1980 brings some vivid memories for me. 1937 is my mom's childhood. Wild! I did the math and wondered what would be comparable for younger people. (2023 from 1990 is like 1957 . . . . 2023 from 2000 is like 1977.) Sometimes something like this makes me think about my skewed perspective of life and time!

 

This last scrap of paper was filled with almost five months of frustration and sadness. I need to let that clutter go, too! I had two lovely mittens on the morning of January 7th. When I got home, I only had one. 

I searched. I made this list so I wouldn't miss any of the places I'd gone.

Then when I contacted Brenda at MQ, I thought I was victorious!

Alas, I rejoiced too soon.

In switching offices, Deb had found the mitten and put it in the church's Lost and Found.

Brenda had not put my name on it or told her that it was claimed. 

I was so sad I almost started crying. Then I searched again in March and finally made this sign to put on the Lost and Found in April.

My mitten is gone. It was so soft and warm. It reminded me of Nick and Mari. I've paired another lone mitten with it - one that Betty had knitted years ago. But the yarn one isn't nearly as warm and water-shedding as this wool one. 

Oh well. Life is full of disappointments.