So, I'm cleaning my office. That's not what I'm doing at all, actually. The cleaning part can't start just yet, because first I have to clean out the filing cabinet. This has never been done. We've had a filing cabinet in our lives for 15 years, so there's 15 years worth of crap in it. This alone will take me days.
The office is a disaster. I mean really. A huge disaster. I'm not entirely sure how things got so out of hand, but it is a mess. I really just want to set it on fire & walk away. Or just take an enormous trash container in there & throw everything away. 'Away' seems to be the operative word here.
But I have to deal, because Jasmine is coming to live with us & the office will become her bedroom. I can procrastinate no longer. Well, maybe a little longer seeing how I'm sitting here writing this rather than getting back to it.
Here's the thing - going through the filing cabinet means going through each file folder, each piece of paper, each last will & testament, each college paper, each birthday card, each pay stub, each death certificate, each divorce decree, each extended warranty, each medical bill. It is a walk down the winding road of life and it's exhausting. I found a letter I had written someone in 1985 & never sent. Hilarious to re-read it all these years later. Funny how much we forget as time spreads ever thinner. And those old college papers were a hoot. Honestly, how can professors read all this drivel & not want to just skip to the last page, pick a letter & move on?
OK. Back to it. Holly cracks a mean whip :)
[no pictures, just imagine it... the worst mess x 10]
In The BURGH, Baby! Crappy resolution, but you get the idea. Yeah, the Pirates got their asses handed to them by the visiting Brewers, but whatever. It was a perfect night to be at the ballpark & PNC Park in Pittsburgh is a true gem. Now, I am not a bonified true-blue baseball fan, but I grew up going to loads of Pirate games at Three Rivers Stadium with my best friend Amy. Her dad, Nellie King, was the announcer for the Bucs along with 'The Gunner' Bob Prince. Amy & I would run around Three Rivers, eat a bunch of crap, try to make each other laugh in the announcer's booth (& then be asked to leave), sneak around into areas that where we were not supposed to be, and generally terrorize everyone. Oh yeah, & watch some Bucco baseball. I have very fond memories of that time in my life, so going to a ball game with Amy last night was a special treat. Before we went to the park, we drove out to visit Mr. King. I haven't seen the Big Guy in many years. He is one of a kind & I love him. I don't have the words to convey the depth of my emotions, but yesterday was great.