Time to tackle the yearly...uh, weekly!...task of eliminating dust bunnies from the clutter in which they've lived so peacefully for months.
Yes, yes...I know.
I should've done this before the fuzzy little darlings began asking for their own cell phone (again!) to keep in touch with their friends on the other side of the room...uh, house.
Currently, we're at an impasse on that one.
No socks, no cell.
I know and they know I know they snatch socks from the dryer when I'm not looking and then hide them gawdknowswhere.
For the record, I'm not a slob, only a semi-professional genealogist. Instead of chasing dust bunnies, I prefer to chase deceased ancestors.
Some think this is a creepy hobby. Be assured there are no actual dead bodies or remains involved, and many of my ancestors are infinitely more interesting than some of my live relatives. (If I've called you in the last two months, or your calls haven't gone to voice mail and then never returned, you're not one of the boring ones.)
Genealogists by nature are clutterers. If you meet a family historian who claims to have "everything" about his or her entire family history in one 3-ring binder...and you probably will over the holidays...trust me, this person has not gone beyond the grandparents!
What real genies call "the low-hanging fruit".
Those truly addicted...yes, addicted...to this pastime will have piles of files around their computer and on the floor. (Doesn't everybody use the floor as a filing cabinet??...)
Oddly, they will be able to recite from memory the birthplaces of all 10 children of 3rd great-grandpa Cupp and his second wife, and if pressed, can extract in a matter of seconds the documentation for same from those piles of files.
From the Harader file.
Well, silly, Harader was the name of the traveling preacher who baptised all of them - where else would they be filed! (Don't go there.)
Years ago in a rare fit of Getting Organized, I purchased several storage tubs (with lids) that hold hanging file folders. And then another...and another - because at no time did it occur that for this "system" to work, I actually have to put the files back into the tubs after making copies to mail to new-found cousins.
But the lids do come in handy for stacking files on the rare occasions they can't be on the floor (vacuuming, for instance). They're also a favorite spot for dust bunnies to congregate, so that's the first stop with the feather duster.
Maybe I'll even find a sock!