We recently got a new desk… one that I’ve been wanting for some time.  It’s a partner’s desk, so Dean and I each have our own side and can share stuff if we are both sitting at it at the same time.  If he ever decides to work from home, his side will work perfectly.

It’s rather big but modular so all the pieces of furniture, which are beautiful, come apart and will fit through any doorway if we move.

It doesn’t have quite enough file space and I’m still thinking that out … but it has a lot and I am going through all our files, sorting, filing, shredding, etc.  And this brings me to my thoughts for today, what I really wanted to share.  I found three different address files, totally about 10 inches high when stacked.

As I go through the papers I find myself sad and a bit baffled by the fact that I let life get in the way of so many friendships.  I saw letters, bits of paper with addresses and phone numbers with just first names, I found copies of address lists for Thia’s wedding, Sarah’s wedding, my wedding, my real estate marketing list, addresses and phone numbers of those I had worked with many years ago, cards for holidays, encouragements and birthdays from people who have passed or simply passed out of my active life.  It sad and quite maddening.

I have shortened the address list file to about half an inch.  But I have a remembrance pile as well as a “try to contact” file which are both at least two inches high. The rest is going to be shredded… yes, I, like most people, have saved a bunch of stuff that just needs to be gone.

My favorite in all of this has been a card I received from my friend Sherrie Eneboe from South Dakota, who I have managed to lose contact with over the years.  The card is dated 9/11/95 and full of sunshine and care.  She said the card was one of her favorites and she has been waiting to send it to the right person at the perfect time and the day she sent the card, it seemed appropriate.  The cover of the card says:

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence

nor imagination nor both together

go to the making of genius

Love, love, love,

that is the soul of genius.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

1756-1794

I am thinking that the perfect time for me to get this card and read it was today… thank you Sherrie Eneboe.  Smiling…

Today I am thinking about those who have disappeared from my life and just how I will go about contacting them again.