Being Organized . . . Again!

For many years in my life, both private and professional, I was a very organized person. I used to work as a field accountant and manager for a very large international construction company. I was always commended for returning the records of a completed project in extremely good order. My home (garage, office, etc) were kept in very good order. Then a funny thing happened. Two or three moves, three kids and a career change. For the past fourteen years, I've been a very dis-organized person. When I started programming for a living (day and night . . .) I quit being organized. This was aided by the event of moving into this home. We moved in on a cold November day, and by the time the last truck was unloaded, everyone was cold and tired, and stuff was just dumped into the basement and garage. So, for the past fourteen years, my garage, my basement and my office have been total chaos (and at times, not even organized chaos).

This year, I vowed to change all that. And you know what? I'm actually doing it. I've gone back to being the one to pay the bills. So I have them organized. Bank statements, incoming bills, paid bills, you name it - it's where it should be! Last Saturday, I spent the whole day in my garage. My two sons helped me empty it. We all drug everything out, and they helped me sweep it out. At that point, I turned them loose (to work on their Senior English paper - the BIG one) and I worked for over six hours just organizing. I finally mounted the electric grinder my father-in-law got me for Christmas so many years ago I can't remember when it was. It's a very nice grinder. Also, for the very first time, my work bench is actually usable! Even my daughter noticed it, and said how much she likes it! There is actually room to get in and out of and AROUND our Expedition in the garage. With room to spare! Oh my!!!

I know that for some of you, this is no big thing. You are always organized - like I used to be many moons ago. Well, move over. There is going to be one more of us in that arena. Well, that is if I can ever find time to get to my basement . . . .