Today I woke up determined to get better organised. Everything with a place and everything in its place,that shall be my motto for 2013! I won’t call it a New Year’s Resolution, because then I’m
sure to break it. A motto, that’s more like it.
Mr B is suspicious. He reminds me that he had everything perfectly well organised before I went and retired
and consequently wrought havoc in our household. I think this is a little unfair but Mr B is shaking his head and looks inclined to come up with examples – so I decide to start organising things quietly, so as not to attract too much attention.
I think this is called “Acting Under The Radar.”
Well, I made an excellent start by buying three storage boxes from Tescos who were offering them at
Three-For-The-Price-of-Two. This either means that lots of people are busy organising themselves (hence supply and demand) or that nobody is organising themselves (hence, sell them off quickly.) Either way, I am well pleased with my purchase – even if
the boxes are rather colourfully decorated with multi-coloured spots and therefore unlikely to fit in with our carefully chosen colour scheme.
the colour scheme. When we embarked on our Whole House Redecoration five years ago (yes, it took us that long to do it all) we decided to Go Neutral for the first time in our lives. We also decided to aim for a more Minimalist Look. Less cluttered. More
stylish. You get my drift, I am sure. So you can probably see that it might be a little tricky to find the ideal place for my spotty boxes, amidst all this stylish splendour.
When my lovely father-in-law was alive, he decorated all through his house every year. Yes, EVERY YEAR. Even though his home was owned first by the paper mill where he had worked most of his life and latterly by the local Council. I remember
the year we managed to persuade him that he really was a little too old to be climbing ladders. He relented to the extent of asking the Council if they would be able to decorate the hall, stairs and landing for him. They took one look at his handiwork and
explained that said hall, stairs and landing would not need decorating for at least another fifteen years. He was horrified, bless him.
Well, back to my spotty
boxes and the difficult decision of exactly what should be tidied up therein. In one box, I have stored all my writing paper, envelopes, post cards, notelets and address labels, together with a large packet of Blu-Tack, a roll of sticky labels, and a
packet of photo corners. I’m not sure if all these things will necessarily co-habit happily in the one box together but, bearing in mind they would otherwise be homeless, I think they should just try to get along with each other.
In the second box I tidied together all the information we have received since we joined the U3A (that’s the University of the Third Age for those of you who have only reached
your first or second age so far.) Considering we have only belonged to this organisation since last September, we appear to have accumulated an amazing amount of paperwork. I thought I’d left all that behind when I retired from work. However it seems
that many of the organisers of the various groups we belong to still remember their working days with affection, so they like to produce agendas and minutes and report forms and the like. I think I will keep everything for a year or until the box is
full – whichever is the soonest – and then throw it all out and start again. This is what at work we used to call our “Data Retention Policy” though we weren’t expected to be quite so cavalier as all that. Or to keep our information
in spotty boxes either, for that matter. Though they would have brightened up the office considerably.
The third and last box I have reserved as a “Making
Box”. In this I am following the extremely good example of my Little Welsh Boys whose mother has put together an excellent collection of “Tools for a Happy Childhood” – scissors suitable for tiny fingers, colourful paper and card,
paint brushes, glue, Sellotape, coloured pencils, crayons, chalk, a range of various stickers, beads, tiny paint pots and strips of ribbon. All in one place, too. How helpful! How thoughtful! How, well, organised!
I’m off to Tescos tomorrow for three more spotty boxes. Once I get going, there's no stopping me...