Saturday, August 29, 2009

Cleaning out the Files (WARNING: Do not read while driving or operating machinery)


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Today I started cleaning out files and rearranging the upstairs. After several trips up and down the stairs carry this and that I vaguely remembered doing this same thing in reverse not too long ago when Luke was going to move back home and wanted the upstairs to be more like an apartment. Shortly after we had moved everything downstairs that had been upstairs, he decided to move in with Summer and Josh instead. And here I am again moving "STUFF". I'm sure you have all read the article about how much time the average person spends of his life sleeping, eating, going to the bathroom, etc. I wonder how much of my life I have spent moving "STUFF"!!

Side note: The other day a friend of mine and I who work the car rider line every afternoon figured out that the average mom or dad spends 3 weeks of their life waiting in the car rider line.

The definition of "STUFF" is: things never used but in perfectly good condition; something one might need but can never find when needed. You know like greeting cards and evelopes that do not fit, old cell phones with no chargers, notebooks, AC adapters that fit things you no longer have, pens, pens and more pens, etc.

The reason I am moving "STUFF" this time is because on the 15th of September the John Deere Atlanta Branch will be closing after 100 years in the Atlanta area and Norman will be moving his office home once again.(I think they call that restructuring-which by definition means-fewer people to do the same amount of work).

When he started with John Deere some 30+ years ago he had his office in our bedroom (approx.7 years)-complete with 1x12's and cinder blocks for bookshelves. It was a Southern Living beauty!! When we moved to Perry he graduated to a 5x5 walk-in closet off our bathroom-complete with a large desktop computer, a green screen monitor, a track feed printer that made banners and an oscillating fan. Believe it or not I found some track feed paper in the "STUFF"-like I said, "things you never use". Then when we built the house in Valdosta he finally had a real office with oak bookcases, drawers, a window and a door. I surprised him and had the cabinet-maker make him a nice oak desk to match. He was thrilled and so was I!! Then came the move to ATL where he received a nice cubicle with a view of the pond. Now he will have part of the upstairs which also has a view of two twin beds, two radio/CD stereos, several chest of drawers, one cedar chest, and the eliptical. (He will have his own personal bathroom-I think I will put a note in there that says "Please dispose of all sanitary napkins or tampons in the trashcan provided. Flushing may cause clogs in the toilet." - just so it will feel like a real office bathroom)

The problem I am having is getting the desk upstairs. First of all I emptied all of our files, and misc. junk out of the drawers, emptied my old yellow file cabinet(from my teaching days at GCS-see photo provided) which incidentally was filled with old files and some 8000 canceled checks dated back to 1993(thus the picture of the shredder), cleaned out a space in our closet for the file cabinet, dragged the file cabinet up from the basement and back to the closet, moved the beds,the chest of drawers and the eliptical to make room for the "nice oak desk". However, I could not move the desk. It is 3/4 inch solid oak. (I can still see my daddy walking around measuring the thickness of our cabinets with his tape measurer). He was amazed!!!Needless to say it is too heavy for even 2 people to carry up the stairs.I have moved all the drawers and the top.(see photo for details) Where are the handymen when you need them???

Back to the reason for the blog...sorry, kind of got off track. That seems to be happening alot lately.

Where was I??? Oh yes, cleaning out the files. It was like reading my diary, I mean journal or is it blog??? Anyway, it was a walk down memory lane. There was a file of "At-A-Boy" letters that Norman had received over the years. For those of you who do not know what that is...it is a letter you receive for doing a good job. He had lots of them. There was a joke file, a speech file and even one with road maps-who uses those anymore(some people I know never did).

There was a file for house plans and the binder I kept when we built our house in Valdosta-with dividers for each area-electrical, building material, paint, flooring, appliances, etc along with every receipt for every purchase made.(can we say excessive OCD) There was a file for games. Games for showers, teens, marriage, Christmas, critical thinking, etc. I played one with Josh on the phone and he was really good. I should have known since he is a critical thinker.(I learned that from his blog-I also learned that I, on the other hand, am NOT). There were files about motherhood, about breastfeeding, about raising teenagers, about marriage, about life - life that had passed so quickly...Where were my babies, my teenagers? Had I followed the advice in those articles I had saved?

And then there were the canceled checks(those are the things we used before ATM cards and online banking, those things that can bounce and months that happen to be too long). I should have had the bank pre-print most of them to Winn-Dixie, Wal Mart, D & A Photo and Georgia Christian.(Yes, Ryan there was an occassional one to Publix) With every check I shredded there was a memory-piano lessons, orthodontist,gymastics, Schwan's Food, Bugle boy(use to be the place to buy jeans). There was a check for $1000 to Debbie Griffin for one horse and saddle-money the kids had made selling pecans the first year on the property. There were checks made payable to Harold Norman,Sr.who had loaned us money to buy the blue club wagon van. And yes it did have a porta-potty(my daddy and I found it at a yard sale). Back then there was no stopping for bathroom breaks. (The whoopti came later and we paid cash for it or did they pay us to take it-can't remember??? I do remember it was a hot item when we got ready to sell it, even though it kept running for several minutes after you shut it off and one of the doors had been knocked off because someone forgot to shut it before backing up. Those 300+ pecan trees are hard to see sometimes.(I think this is the same person who built the barn but not to be confused with the person who mowed the yard ALL the time and never knew there was a clutch. I guess he thought it was just a footrest or something). Yes, there was even a check to Pam Dasher for the Jimmy - every car she ever owned was yellow, even her cadillac I backed into at church. Backing was not one of our families strong points.

There were checks for car repairs, haircuts, school supplies and Mazzio's pizza. Checks for youth rallys, trophies, uniforms, drum sets, and sports registrations. There were checks with my daddy's handwriting, where he had gone to get something we needed from West Bldg Supply when he was helping us build the house. Checks for chorus dresses, chorus ties, chorus trips. Checks for graduations, college applications and weddings...

And in about the same amount of time it took me to shred those checks, that time had passed, leaving behind the fondest of memories.

And by the way it takes about 3 hours(not counting clog time and automatic shut down to let the machine cool)to shred 8000+ checks. And even though the machine says "up to 6 sheets or 1 credit card" it really doesn't mean that. Six sheets just means you will have to unclog after every shred. However, it will take a paring knife-no problem, comes out in two pieces, the blade and the handle.

Love to all who took the time to read this. Most probably you were part of these memories in one way or another. God bless you all, for you are such a blessing to me.

9 comments:

ma said...

I Love IT. But your Daddy who is always right says "Norman is not going to want to walk upstairs to do his work. He will probably want to work downstairs but not in basement. Now isn't that comforting to know. Anyway, I throughly enjoyed your blog. You are a great writer. Maybe you can write a book after you retire. LOVE YOU.

Rosemary said...

Hilarious! Since we are in process of "cleaning out" in preparation for Grandma Ruth's arrival, I can totally relate to the walk down memory lane. We not only have (had) the paper "stuff," but have a multitude of Rubbermaid containers full of Ryan and Katie's "stuff" to relocate. Ex.:KT has about 25 neatly folded t-shirts dating from elementary school to Harrick's Hounds'from UGA. Dejavu...there is currently an oak rolltop desk stuck in the door of Katie's old bedroom waiting for someone to come help us move it down the hall to our room. (no idea how we got it in there) Good luck to you with your transforming and transporting. We need to live closer to one another!

Patience Lawson said...

I love to read your posts Mrs. Mary Jo! This one made me feel sad... life does pass so quickly. I did have a big ole belly laugh at you talking about the "whooptie"! OH my word, still laughing... fun times, good memories! Thanks for sharing!

sara jackson said...

I agree with Patience! Very amusing post. I love the parts about places and things in the checks. Ryan said, you made that much on those pecan? We need to be out there picking them up :) Enjoyed the stroll down memory lane. Lots of funny stories with the whooptie! I remember when the whole muffler fell off when we went to the Suwanee River. Thanks for sharing and good luck with the desk.

Hjordis Creel said...

Great story about shredding old checks, Mary Jo! I did the same thing about 5 years ago when I cleaned out a bedroom that had turned into a storage room! I kept a few "special" checks as family mementos and genealogical material. Checks no longer return to the owner any more. They are relics of bygone times!

Kristin said...

Thanks for the walk down memory lane! I actually saw a gray Chevy Caprice the other day and it rememinded me of you all. I told Ryan that y'all used to have one named the "whooptie." He just laughed. It reminded me of when me, Summer, Matt and Noah took it to Searcy to see Melissa. Fun times!! I can't imagine how much money you spent at Winn Dixie feeding all of us before every ballgame. I will never forget your generosity and all of the many wonderful memories! Thanks!

Summer said...

Wow, the second half of your post was much better than the first. And Luke NEVER mowed the yard, that was me, but I knew there was a clutch :-) Oh and Bob, remember how we had to stop at the gas station b/c Noah had the runs....that was gross. The whoopti so many memories. I laughed out loud b/c I had forgotten it wouldn't turn off right away.

One Krazy Momma said...

Oh those were the days. When you and my mom had to write the checks and we could just play and eat. LOL

Cheri said...

Now that you have shredded everything at your house, you can come shred at mine. I've got enough to keep you busy for a long time. Although we might have to lock Jim up in a room.