I rest my case.
However I did winnow yesterday, more paper, it's endless. Neatly filed in chronological order in the right files and years since it was worth saving. No picture, you know what a paper file looks like.
I'm now thinking of assembling all the, few, important papers from one category into a single file, down from about a dozen. This will free up more folders for art purposes, aside from feeding the recycle.
Yesterday while Handsome Son was over, we kept hearing a little beeping sound. Not the smoke alarms, stove, microwave etc. We finally realized it was from next door's patio. Billy "barking"!
And I found an old fashioned, reissued book
It's the style people used to call "breezy". Newspaper writer, addressing economic issues for women, very dated now, originally written in the early twentieth century, but pretty entertaining.
She does tend to espouse the "happiness is a decision" school of thought, now pretty much debunked. But I like the trip down memory lane anyway. And she knew widowhood and off-a-cliff income drops, so it's not the unwounded jesting at scars.
I did finally, the rain having stopped, get the mail, including the annual letter from the Brits telling me my pension will rise starting on what I thought at first was October 4, thinking it was a bit early to tell me. Then remembered that in Britwrite it's April 10. Ah.
So by the time the rate of exchange kicks in and Bank of America takes a healthy share for processing, I'll be able to get a second cup of tea per month in addition to the one I get now. Yes, it's tiny, but any little bit is a little bit more than before, so me, I am not doing the complaining.
Oddly, the letter came from Malta, to all, what they quaintly call, overseas recipients.Perhaps it's an important business deal for Malta, a large regular printing and mailing.
Anyway happy day everyone, and if your clocks changed and the light feels all wrong, same here.
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