That spot by the phone is one of the few places where I can watch evolution take place from the comfort of my own home. Ten years ago, that’s where I kept a cup of pencils and pens, a pad of paper, and thousands of business cards, missed calls, and numbers I needed to enter into my phone book. You kept phone stuff by the phone.
Today, house phones are props, and the access number belongs to two distinct groups of people. First, there are those who fall outside the inner sanctum–those you don’t really want to talk to like your dentist, bill collectors, telemarketers, and your college alumni office. Second, there are those who are so deep in your inner sanctum that if you don’t answer your cell phone they call you at home. And if you don’t answer at home they text you and say R U busy (no punctuation) and then only after waiting and ungodly 10 minutes, call your cell and house phone and leave a message. Hey, call me when you get the chance. No rush, just as soon as you get the chance.
My spot by the phone is in a state of evolution. There isn’t phone stuff there anymore. It’s morphed into my “I’ll get to it in a minute pile,” only “a minute” can take months. My spot by the phone can bend the fabric of time.
Observation: The beauty of this month is that by tackling clutter that is out in the open, I’ll have less pictures to take. I don’t need to take a picture of my unveiled mess because there was never a veil. Brilliant.
I spent minutes going through the pile. Mikey’s headphones went back to his room. The coupons were all expired, so that was easy. Some craft items went back to the craft drawer. The only items left were a picture of the Mister and I that I took down “for a minute” last May, a pillow case I bought Nico months ago that I debated having shipped Priority because I needed it so urgently, and two gift cards.
The picture was as easy as grabbing my hammer and a nail. For some reason I thought I was out of nails, but my mama’s toolbox had an entire set in various sizes. Turns out I was just out of my mind?
I put away the West Elm gift card with the rest of the gift cards we have (I keep them in a box), but the Walmart card I used that day. You’ll see tomorrow how I put it to good use. Mikey was not impressed.