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A busy Spring day--yes, it is too Spring and don't tell me it isn't. Worked out in the yard for the first time this year at a task that didn't involve snow shoveling/removal. Raking. Grass seed spreading. Putting out the hoses, and realizing that I really need to get wheeled carts for those things. The stationary hose holders just get too unwieldy and hard to handle, especially the one for the backyard that holds 100' of hose.
Treated myself to new Air and Delerium via iTunes. So far, the new Air, Pocket Symphony, is pleasant enough. Can't touch Talkie Walkie with a stick, but still ok. Haven't listened to the Delerium yet.
I just filed 2006 receipts into non-tax and tax folders, thus eliminating the box that had been stashed under my desk since the summer. Then I cleared off the two piles that resulted when I sorted through a file of research/ideas and decided they were too good to toss. Then there were the catalogs, and the books, and the growing stack of 2007 stuff...
I also found last year's tax returns, with the notation that I had sent in last year's receipts and stuff to accountant around this time. Which means I'm running behind last year, which I don't like. Guess I'll be spending the next week of evenings collating and spreadsheeting. At least I was able to combine the 2007 tax and non-tax files into one bigger accordion file. Most of my life is tax-related, to the point that it doesn't make sense to stash the little bit of leftover paper in its own folder.
The excitement never stops...
UPDATE: The Check Engine light went off this morning. Something to do with the gas tank level sensor or whatever else they stick in there, methinks.
Treated myself to new Air and Delerium via iTunes. So far, the new Air, Pocket Symphony, is pleasant enough. Can't touch Talkie Walkie with a stick, but still ok. Haven't listened to the Delerium yet.
I just filed 2006 receipts into non-tax and tax folders, thus eliminating the box that had been stashed under my desk since the summer. Then I cleared off the two piles that resulted when I sorted through a file of research/ideas and decided they were too good to toss. Then there were the catalogs, and the books, and the growing stack of 2007 stuff...
I also found last year's tax returns, with the notation that I had sent in last year's receipts and stuff to accountant around this time. Which means I'm running behind last year, which I don't like. Guess I'll be spending the next week of evenings collating and spreadsheeting. At least I was able to combine the 2007 tax and non-tax files into one bigger accordion file. Most of my life is tax-related, to the point that it doesn't make sense to stash the little bit of leftover paper in its own folder.
The excitement never stops...
UPDATE: The Check Engine light went off this morning. Something to do with the gas tank level sensor or whatever else they stick in there, methinks.
A busy Spring day--yes, it is too Spring and don't tell me it isn't. Worked out in the yard for the first time this year at a task that didn't involve snow shoveling/removal. Raking. Grass seed spreading. Putting out the hoses, and realizing that I really need to get wheeled carts for those things. The stationary hose holders just get too unwieldy and hard to handle, especially the one for the backyard that holds 100' of hose.
Treated myself to new Air and Delerium via iTunes. So far, the new Air, Pocket Symphony, is pleasant enough. Can't touch Talkie Walkie with a stick, but still ok. Haven't listened to the Delerium yet.
I just filed 2006 receipts into non-tax and tax folders, thus eliminating the box that had been stashed under my desk since the summer. Then I cleared off the two piles that resulted when I sorted through a file of research/ideas and decided they were too good to toss. Then there were the catalogs, and the books, and the growing stack of 2007 stuff...
I also found last year's tax returns, with the notation that I had sent in last year's receipts and stuff to accountant around this time. Which means I'm running behind last year, which I don't like. Guess I'll be spending the next week of evenings collating and spreadsheeting. At least I was able to combine the 2007 tax and non-tax files into one bigger accordion file. Most of my life is tax-related, to the point that it doesn't make sense to stash the little bit of leftover paper in its own folder.
The excitement never stops...
UPDATE: The Check Engine light went off this morning. Something to do with the gas tank level sensor or whatever else they stick in there, methinks.
Treated myself to new Air and Delerium via iTunes. So far, the new Air, Pocket Symphony, is pleasant enough. Can't touch Talkie Walkie with a stick, but still ok. Haven't listened to the Delerium yet.
I just filed 2006 receipts into non-tax and tax folders, thus eliminating the box that had been stashed under my desk since the summer. Then I cleared off the two piles that resulted when I sorted through a file of research/ideas and decided they were too good to toss. Then there were the catalogs, and the books, and the growing stack of 2007 stuff...
I also found last year's tax returns, with the notation that I had sent in last year's receipts and stuff to accountant around this time. Which means I'm running behind last year, which I don't like. Guess I'll be spending the next week of evenings collating and spreadsheeting. At least I was able to combine the 2007 tax and non-tax files into one bigger accordion file. Most of my life is tax-related, to the point that it doesn't make sense to stash the little bit of leftover paper in its own folder.
The excitement never stops...
UPDATE: The Check Engine light went off this morning. Something to do with the gas tank level sensor or whatever else they stick in there, methinks.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Dec. 24th, 2006 01:31 pmI shouldn't be cleaning my office on Christmas Eve, but I am. I tried working in here yesterday, and rammed into the pile of books and not-yet-filed stuff every time I spun my chair to the right.
It's the little things that drive one to the snapping point.
Granted, my office is a converted third bedroom, about 72 square feet. Larger than my day job cube, but you know, bookcases. And stuff was piled on the floor in such a way that I couldn't get to the supply closet. So, triage. A cardboard box was resurrected from the basement, and the 2006 files and unfiled receipts piled within, then pushed beneath the desk in a place where my feet won't hit it. Unshelved books were exiled to the basement bookshelves. I can now spin my chair with impunity, and the floor is cleared. True filing and organization will have to wait until after the completion of ENDGAME, but at least the dogs can come in here without stepping on phone bills and tipping over the stacks of books.
The house of my dreams...would be all office, with built-in bookcases filling three walls and the fourth opening out onto the sloping lawns and the separate gazebo office where I would work on balmy days. Yeah, I'd have a bath and a kitchenette somewhere because, you know, food and hygiene. Not too worried about having room to entertain friends. I mean, I have friends...last time I checked...but you know, bookcases. And file cabinets.
I've heard rumors that there are people who do not understand bookcases and do not see them as a selling point in a home. Are any of these people running this country at present, because if they are it would explain a hell of a lot.
It's the little things that drive one to the snapping point.
Granted, my office is a converted third bedroom, about 72 square feet. Larger than my day job cube, but you know, bookcases. And stuff was piled on the floor in such a way that I couldn't get to the supply closet. So, triage. A cardboard box was resurrected from the basement, and the 2006 files and unfiled receipts piled within, then pushed beneath the desk in a place where my feet won't hit it. Unshelved books were exiled to the basement bookshelves. I can now spin my chair with impunity, and the floor is cleared. True filing and organization will have to wait until after the completion of ENDGAME, but at least the dogs can come in here without stepping on phone bills and tipping over the stacks of books.
The house of my dreams...would be all office, with built-in bookcases filling three walls and the fourth opening out onto the sloping lawns and the separate gazebo office where I would work on balmy days. Yeah, I'd have a bath and a kitchenette somewhere because, you know, food and hygiene. Not too worried about having room to entertain friends. I mean, I have friends...last time I checked...but you know, bookcases. And file cabinets.
I've heard rumors that there are people who do not understand bookcases and do not see them as a selling point in a home. Are any of these people running this country at present, because if they are it would explain a hell of a lot.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Dec. 24th, 2006 01:31 pmI shouldn't be cleaning my office on Christmas Eve, but I am. I tried working in here yesterday, and rammed into the pile of books and not-yet-filed stuff every time I spun my chair to the right.
It's the little things that drive one to the snapping point.
Granted, my office is a converted third bedroom, about 72 square feet. Larger than my day job cube, but you know, bookcases. And stuff was piled on the floor in such a way that I couldn't get to the supply closet. So, triage. A cardboard box was resurrected from the basement, and the 2006 files and unfiled receipts piled within, then pushed beneath the desk in a place where my feet won't hit it. Unshelved books were exiled to the basement bookshelves. I can now spin my chair with impunity, and the floor is cleared. True filing and organization will have to wait until after the completion of ENDGAME, but at least the dogs can come in here without stepping on phone bills and tipping over the stacks of books.
The house of my dreams...would be all office, with built-in bookcases filling three walls and the fourth opening out onto the sloping lawns and the separate gazebo office where I would work on balmy days. Yeah, I'd have a bath and a kitchenette somewhere because, you know, food and hygiene. Not too worried about having room to entertain friends. I mean, I have friends...last time I checked...but you know, bookcases. And file cabinets.
I've heard rumors that there are people who do not understand bookcases and do not see them as a selling point in a home. Are any of these people running this country at present, because if they are it would explain a hell of a lot.
It's the little things that drive one to the snapping point.
Granted, my office is a converted third bedroom, about 72 square feet. Larger than my day job cube, but you know, bookcases. And stuff was piled on the floor in such a way that I couldn't get to the supply closet. So, triage. A cardboard box was resurrected from the basement, and the 2006 files and unfiled receipts piled within, then pushed beneath the desk in a place where my feet won't hit it. Unshelved books were exiled to the basement bookshelves. I can now spin my chair with impunity, and the floor is cleared. True filing and organization will have to wait until after the completion of ENDGAME, but at least the dogs can come in here without stepping on phone bills and tipping over the stacks of books.
The house of my dreams...would be all office, with built-in bookcases filling three walls and the fourth opening out onto the sloping lawns and the separate gazebo office where I would work on balmy days. Yeah, I'd have a bath and a kitchenette somewhere because, you know, food and hygiene. Not too worried about having room to entertain friends. I mean, I have friends...last time I checked...but you know, bookcases. And file cabinets.
I've heard rumors that there are people who do not understand bookcases and do not see them as a selling point in a home. Are any of these people running this country at present, because if they are it would explain a hell of a lot.
