So I’m sitting here watching crows groom each-other outside the eight-foot window of my office.
Yes, my office!
After months of putting this room off as the-pit-into-which-things-disappear-and-rarely-emerge, and after several not-so warm & fuzzy interactions with The Man about the sad state of this hole, I settled in and tackled the space (spurred on, truth be told, by the loss of the trestle sawhorses holding up my holiday-time work table because the other two walls of work table were stacked high with loads upon loads of crap.)
There is, of course, still much work to be done. I need to sort the filing out; now that we’ve weeded out about 3 reams of old trash it’ll be about keeping important documents where they can easily be found when needed but to get there I need to revise my filing system. Before, I had always kept old invoices, bills, and statements but now with all that info online and readily available, it would seem that we don’t need all that hard copy documentation anymore (or so he says)(he’s probably right, and I need to release my urge to hoard.)
I need to sort through important-but-messy papers and desk top clutter. I need to get archive-file boxes into the basement, need to figure a place for my bags to live, need to organize my contacts both in hard copy Rolodex form and virtually. I need to re-label the craft boxes, sort my fabrics, and keep on top of my kid’s creative messes. I need to devise some sort of light-control for the huge window, which gets a fairly blinding amount of afternoon sun (and will more-so, in the summer)
Still and all, we’ve made great progress: I have a workspace where, for now at least, I can work.
And golly gee, Beav, that feels good.
(…and now some pictures to feel all nostalgic with)
Sistine ceiling, sort-of.
Moving in.
first attempt at a workable space
getting better all the time...
another view...
one office storage corner...
...and another office storage corner
(the difference 5 months makes!)
