With da Kid in Da House, she was driving my regular car, demoting me to my backup vehicle. There was a lot of old mail in the back seat, so I grabbed a handful on the way in the house.
I immediately trashed (recycled) a lot of it, but wanted to scan some of the auto registration material, which led me to my filing cabinet to retrieve similar documents. Once I scanned the vehicle paperwork, I kept going, scanning some banking statements, and then 10 years' worth of those increasingly dire statements from the Social Security Administration that tell you how much you might get if you work until you're ninety and they don't go belly up.
One of the biggest folders in the cabinet is for papers pertaining to my Homeowner's Association. I realized I've kept the meeting agendas even though I never attend the meetings. So, I made sure to keep anything about the financials, and anything about rules and regulations, but the agendas are going.
Altogether, I think I will be eliminating about 110 pieces of paper from the day's sorting. Of course, it was immediately cancelled out by a subsequent trip to the mailbox at the condo (I haven't officially changed my address yet, so most of my mail still goes there) but at least it didn't get any worse for the day. Trouble is, I can't dig out unless I do this every day, probably for months. Gah.
I immediately trashed (recycled) a lot of it, but wanted to scan some of the auto registration material, which led me to my filing cabinet to retrieve similar documents. Once I scanned the vehicle paperwork, I kept going, scanning some banking statements, and then 10 years' worth of those increasingly dire statements from the Social Security Administration that tell you how much you might get if you work until you're ninety and they don't go belly up.
One of the biggest folders in the cabinet is for papers pertaining to my Homeowner's Association. I realized I've kept the meeting agendas even though I never attend the meetings. So, I made sure to keep anything about the financials, and anything about rules and regulations, but the agendas are going.
Altogether, I think I will be eliminating about 110 pieces of paper from the day's sorting. Of course, it was immediately cancelled out by a subsequent trip to the mailbox at the condo (I haven't officially changed my address yet, so most of my mail still goes there) but at least it didn't get any worse for the day. Trouble is, I can't dig out unless I do this every day, probably for months. Gah.
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