This was to be power tool /manual tool purge. Change in plan as no tools are going anywhere. Paper is a constant purge this year. I am being ruthless with this purging of files. This shot was taken some months ago. I have repeated with piles equally high. More than a barrel's worth of old legal and financial records (including divorce files) got shredded for the class compost bins we built.
I also emptied out files from my white storage folders and magazines in July when I got rid of the television. I needed the rolling cart to be relocated to the kitchen - where I'd moved out the refrigerator.
I bring this up and include the photos because I am continually struck by everything being connected . . . by repurposing . . . repositioning . . . rethinking . . . and the kind of sickeningly corporate sounding word: reprioritizing.
I have experimented with making paper maché from junk mail, compost material, packing material and a centerpiece. More on that last one Wednesday. But, the down side of this purge of paper is that I have grown way too comfortable having a paper mess always out. Piles of paper need to be gone before the end of the year. You heard it here.
Now if I take on the magazine DIY project, I'll have that mess too. Oy.
I had a neat experience over the weekend when I hung out by the camp fire with neighbors Saturday night. One woman had a whole trash can filled with confidential files that she didn't want to hand feed into a shredder, so she fed the fire as we sat around laughing and talking that night. It was fun. She got her papers destroyed, we got some firelight and I get to put the ashes on the garden.