What’s on my desk?
A better question would be, “What isn’t on my desk?” I keep a neat home, a neat (enough) kitchen, a neat closet, but boy oh boy, my desk looks like my mother’s worst nightmare. To begin with, there are three calendars—one from 2016 that I’m keeping until I can transfer birthdays to one of the 2017 calendars. Why do I need two 2017 calendars? Well, one is a collection of scenes from Yosemite that I love, and the other has spaces big enough for notes, and it’s a cartoon calendar from the New Yorker, so…
Then, there are the folders—student sample folders, trip information folders, ticket receipt folders for opera and orchestra exchanges, folders of newspaper clippings, and oh, here’s one that’s totally empty—Yay! There are two rows of journals, and one cubby filled with notecards and envelopes. There’s a pencil/pen tray, a stapler, a box of paper clips and a stack of “To be filed” papers that I never seem to get around to filing. I have two dictionaries, a thesaurus, Maya Angelou’s Amazing Peace, A Christmas Poem, and a pocket-sized copy of The Stratford Shakespeare Anthology for inspiration. My laptop is in the center of the desk, with a printer/scanner in the corner. Behind the printer is a hand-made card from a sixth-grade class I worked with, signed by all of the students and their teacher. I can’t just throw that away now can I?
From time to time I make up my mind that I will get things in order, but, invariably, when I do, I find I’m missing something. Where did I put the _____? Why can’t I find my______? If I leave things as they are, I can usually put my hands on whatever I need in a few minutes. My mother would be scandalized by my messiness. “How can you get anything done in this confusion?” she might well ask. I don’t know. It just works for me somehow. Sorry, Ma.