A Strange Post (Aren't They All?!)

 

I admit to being not the worlds most organized individual. Paperwork and almost anything that smacks of bureaucracy sends me scrambling in the opposite direction. This is why I frequently find myself procrastinating and creating vast piles of paper and odd folders full of random (often not-completely read) medical forms, insurance brochures, Chinese restaurant menus and the like.You can only imagine the "fun" that I've had attempting to decode the vast quagmire that is Medicare...

So the illustrations presented here are bleak evidence. These pages of cryptic scrawlings are reside next to the "home phone". (*1) Bob and I are both guilty of haphazardly adding to whatever chaotic piece of paper is lying atop the pile. Messages from friends, potential toppings for pizza, passwords to various accounts, hastily scribbled notes attempting to understand the arcane instructions delivered by a  computer servicing representative, phone numbers of government offices... you get the idea. Boy, do they make for one big indecipherable tangle! 

Here's a particularly fine example, looking for all the world like a Cy Twombley shopping list. (*2) Sometimes, we are actually able to find the number or name that has etched it's way onto the latest top sheet. Occasionally, we're not so lucky. (*3) 

Right now, we have stack I modestly estimate to be thirteen or fourteen sheets thick. At a mysterious level that I have not been able to anticipate, one of us (typically Bob) decides to "go through it" and two piles emerge: a "his" and "hers". Bob identifies a few bits of data salient to him, and the rest gets floated towards me. I then (very carefully) re-shuffle the heap and place it in one of my folders. Pity my poor archivist!

(*1) Yes, we still have this arcane communication device. Soon it will be worthy of a place in a museum.

(*2) For those of you unfamiliar with the name Cy Twombley, he was a mid-20th-Century artist that, well, scribbled all over his canvases. Someone had to do it!

The above isn't even his scribbly-est!!

(*3) But generally, two or three weeks after the information was needed, the now out-dated and useless number or password reemerges as the stack of papers is shuffled.