6 clipboards

There are things we dont control in life.  For me the list is somewhat longer and more robust than most people.  For example about 3/4 of the time my hair gets trimmed is in response to an intimate of mine saying “You look awful, i am going to cut your hair” and then taking direct action.

Angie has returned from Europe and is stopping at the commune on her way to Texas.  She has been camped out in my room for the last week.  My room is an entropy trap.  It contains an unusually large number of guests (as much without me as with me in it) and often some of their stuff lingers after their departure.  On top of this i am not what most people would call a tidy and well organized person.  Nominally inspired by the heater being blocked by the dresser, Angie decided to declutter my room.  As with most of my hair cuts, this happened to me, rather than it being some carefully considered option on my part.

Angie and Willow in Barcelona circa 2009

What started as an effort to liberate the blocked heating duct became a full frontal assault on the chaos demons who were long term tenants in my room.  Angie’s considerable organizing skills were deployed in task of decoding which of the thousands of papers were actually important and what was recycling, which box of perhaps precious object are treasure and which are trash.

When she found the first two clipboards with papers on them describing incomplete projects, she thought maintaining them as is was the appropriate response, but when the total climbed to 6 in this tiny room she realized that this was yet another failed organizing effort on my part and moved the papers the “perhaps important” pile and liberated the clipboards.

i barely recognized the room when i returned late last night.  Beyond cleaning and reconfiguring the furniture, Angie had displayed a bunch of pretty things which had been lost or hidden, switched out the terrible lights and found a better place for Willow’s fold out mattress.

She is one of my key handlers.  One way she demonstrates her affection is by improving my life, often without my request to do so.  Early in our relationship there were many more points of contact. Angie co-managed Outside Work with me and the communities speakers program called TOAST.  We did the Honest Seduction workshop tour in Europe together and a bunch of fingerbook propaganda projects.  I still miss her executive talents in these and other areas.  And for this lucky week, while we share my cramped room i am actively reminded of the many ways she has touched and enhanced my life.

About paxus

a funologist, memeticist and revolutionary. Can be found in the vanity bin of Wikipedia and in locations of imminent calamity. buckle up, there is going to be some rough sledding.

11 responses to “6 clipboards”

  1. Angie says :

    I consider it my executive talents’ job to remind you this pic is from December 08. Also, it’s amazing how much Willow has grown since then!

  2. srhoustn says :

    This post reminded me that I forgot to tell you that I left some electrical supplies for tofu hut/tupelo in your room during my last visit. Oh and would Angie mind coming to give me a hand with our room??! =)

  3. Angie says :

    I wondered what those were about! They’re still on top of Pax’s dresser (they met the “looks important” test), should they go somewhere specific or wait for you to get here next week? If I wasn’t going to Texas I’d be happy to help with your room, I love organizing!

  4. srhoustn says :

    Phew! I’m glad they passed. Once upon a time, in my much younger days when I didn’t know what those parts were, I might have tossed them. If Pax doesn’t mind, then they can stay put until I return .

    I love your enthusiasm for organizing & I’m appreciative that you’d even consider the herculean task =) I actually *do* like organizing; however, the children and I let our room get WAY too out of hand. Now, whenever I walk in there, I want to just run right back out. I’ll conquer my anxiety soon though…. Have fun in Texas! Travel safe =)

  5. Kelpie says :

    Angie! I hope you’re still going to be there when I come home. hugs! K

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