by Ralph
on September 4, 2009
I am not talking about what others may judge to be my flaws, numerous as those may be. Right now I only want to talk about those behaviors that I recognize as flaws in myself but seem unable to eliminate.
An example is the way that I organize the paper in my life. For example, I am completely unable to file things. If I create a file folder (either a paper file or in the computer) and store the item, two months later I can’t find it. As a result I make piles of things on my desk, on book shelves, in baskets and when I need something I go through them until I find it. It’s a workable system and maybe if I were single I wouldn’t view it as a problem or a flaw to be fixed. My wife is organized, tidy and able to throw any object that gets in the way under the bus. Without her example, I might never have decided that my system is flawed. But with her continued comments on my system, I am able to understand how inefficient and unattractive my system is.
My difficulty is changing myself. I now have paper folders for each category of expense during the year and once my bills are paid, they go into the ‘for file’ pile which gets filed periodically. Bills yet to be paid go into the ‘to be paid’ pile and then move to the ‘for filing’ pile.
So there is a kind of organized chaos in a portion of my office relating to the bills. It’s the rest of the paper is beyond my control. This means such things as recipes, articles, garden ideas, catalogs. Things that I would like to keep but have no idea how to organize.
In the back of my head I keep thinking that maybe Leo or Manfred has the solution but who has the time to search for it. I am too busy looking for that article on blogging.
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by Ralph
on September 3, 2009
If you enjoy nostalgia about 50’s cars and lifestyle, look around and follow the trail to some of the other posts about the 50’s. One place to start is with the 53 Studebaker and follow the 50’s nostalgia. If you were around during the 50’s then you may enjoy other parts of this blog where I explore how to create a stimulating and rewarding retirement lifestyle as you age. The trails page will lead you through the posts by category and interest and , by the way, leave a comment while you are at it. Enjoy!
We moved to our own farm in 1955 or so. We had owned it for a while but my grandparents lived there while we still lived on the farm my father managed for his boss from his day job in the city. Somewhere along the way we acquired a pickup truck, useful for hauling our Shetland ponies around as well as the ocassional pig or lamb. It was a stick so I had to learn how to drive it although I don’t remember ever driving it on the road, just around the farm. It was several years old when we got it and it definitely wasn’t cool. Ours was green, pretty close to the classic Jaguar green but without the cache.
I never gave much thought to how we grew up but clearly we were living some fantasy of my father. He used to talk about someday getting a ‘spread’ by which he meant a lot of grazing land to run cattle. He would sometimes talk about it mostly during road trips or driving vacations. When I think back on my childhood, thanks to my father, I had some remarkable experiences which my kids never got in the ritzy neighborhood we chose for them to grow up in. My older son drives a pickup now but you would never get him to haul a hog in it.
Life is a trip and you never know when you are in the moment what might really matter in the end. Follow the trail in the sidebar to other car nostalgia posts.
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