As I dig out yet another thorn from my side, contemplating my daughter's vivid description of her childhood, (Jenn's Homework), haranguing with my paper piles has me realizing where we've both been and where we are today in our respective positions. While Jennifer's probable O.C.D. has her keeping her entire life in order I am still shoveling around piles of whatever happens to be surging in from the mailbox and various other places, notes concerning my piles of notes, lists intended to combine lists, etc. and then there are reciepts. At least it's only paper. All of my grand intentions to get and stay organized are seemingly a waste of time except on occasion when I accidentally overdose my Strattera. For whatever reason, I've been afflicted with Adult A.D.D. I'm the only person around who celebrates Trash Day and thank my lucky stars it comes every week or I'd be buried in (what else?) PAPER! I am, however, getting a grip on every other stray thing in the house especially the conglomeration of knitting tools that have collected during my stint as a knitter. The patterns are tucked neatly away in a 3-ring binder, separated by their own titles i.e. sweaters, hats, handbags etc. The yarn and needles reciepts, of course, are PAPER. I just put them in a plastic box with it's lid. Who returns such things anyway? The different types of yarn are another matter. My plans to separate Cascade from Patton's and the rest have yet to be put into action and the threat of mice sneaking in here for a chewing frenzy should be enough to spur me into production, shouldn't it? Well, so far it hasn't but my intentions are good and we know where that road always leads me.