... mail was piling up back home. Not much, but some didn't make the journey to Italy - and good luck registering a foreign address with many agencies in the first place.
Before sitting down to sort through the "pile" I poured a big glass of spicy, brooding 2004 McLaren Vale Shirvington - dark red fruits and leather pair great with procrastination (read: luggage was delivered yesterday, still not unpacked). Swirl, sniff, sip, sip, sip, sort, sip, shred. (This method of wine analysis you won't learn in any wine school).
Anything addressed to "resident," or that begins with a question, such as, "What would you do with..." as well as bearing the words: join, come back, renew, we miss you, and free trial are priority passengers on the "shredder express."
NOTE: Credit card companies? Quit wasting paper - you're only feeding my shredder-fetish. I believe that destructive nature in all of us is partially fed by crap like this and junk mail. Some of us like to see things get blow things up. Some of us like to burn stuff. Some of us like to shred. I admit to all three, but the last one is most practical this time of year. Much of my mail never gets opened - it's more fun to destroy it.
In the keep pile:
REI dividend! Remember, this is Colorado - being outside is some kind of law. Being outside is what we do here and we have great stores in which we spend much money in order to outfit us to do so.
Starbucks Gold Level Rewards Card! Because I "showed them how much I loved Starbucks" they "wanted me to feel the love right back." Maybe if I had sorted through my mail earlier, we could have avoided that Swiss Francs incident the other day. But yay for Gold Level Rewards!
In the "laugh now, destroy later" pile:
AARP Membership Card. The first time I received an invitation to join I didn't know whether to be:
a) Insulted, as I was still employed at the time and in my early 40s.
b) Amused.
c) Relieved I've lived this long.
d) Excited about the discounts. I may join just to see what happens, being the big 5-0 is just a handful of years around the corner.
And then ... this:
An invitation to an open call for the National American Miss Colorado State Pageant.
Cosa? (Huh?)
To quote the letter, "... I understand that you may enjoy modeling, acting, or learning stage techniques that will help empower and enable you to accomplish your future goals."
Really? We all know my belly dancing is not that good. A little disturbing, I'd say.
I missed the open call sessions, since I was busy in Tuscany, you know, learning wine stuff; chances are these participants aren't old enough to appreciate a celebratory bottle of bubbly anyway. But I checked again just to verify they weren't inviting me to participate in some kind of "Ms." pageant for bitter, sarcastic, middle-aged crazy women, who, by the way, have been invited to be card-carrying members of the AARP.
Good thing I upgraded the shredder the last year, and saved the Shirvington for this year!
Before sitting down to sort through the "pile" I poured a big glass of spicy, brooding 2004 McLaren Vale Shirvington - dark red fruits and leather pair great with procrastination (read: luggage was delivered yesterday, still not unpacked). Swirl, sniff, sip, sip, sip, sort, sip, shred. (This method of wine analysis you won't learn in any wine school).
Anything addressed to "resident," or that begins with a question, such as, "What would you do with..." as well as bearing the words: join, come back, renew, we miss you, and free trial are priority passengers on the "shredder express."
NOTE: Credit card companies? Quit wasting paper - you're only feeding my shredder-fetish. I believe that destructive nature in all of us is partially fed by crap like this and junk mail. Some of us like to see things get blow things up. Some of us like to burn stuff. Some of us like to shred. I admit to all three, but the last one is most practical this time of year. Much of my mail never gets opened - it's more fun to destroy it.
In the keep pile:
REI dividend! Remember, this is Colorado - being outside is some kind of law. Being outside is what we do here and we have great stores in which we spend much money in order to outfit us to do so.
Starbucks Gold Level Rewards Card! Because I "showed them how much I loved Starbucks" they "wanted me to feel the love right back." Maybe if I had sorted through my mail earlier, we could have avoided that Swiss Francs incident the other day. But yay for Gold Level Rewards!
In the "laugh now, destroy later" pile:
AARP Membership Card. The first time I received an invitation to join I didn't know whether to be:
a) Insulted, as I was still employed at the time and in my early 40s.
b) Amused.
c) Relieved I've lived this long.
d) Excited about the discounts. I may join just to see what happens, being the big 5-0 is just a handful of years around the corner.
And then ... this:
An invitation to an open call for the National American Miss Colorado State Pageant.
Cosa? (Huh?)
To quote the letter, "... I understand that you may enjoy modeling, acting, or learning stage techniques that will help empower and enable you to accomplish your future goals."
Really? We all know my belly dancing is not that good. A little disturbing, I'd say.
I missed the open call sessions, since I was busy in Tuscany, you know, learning wine stuff; chances are these participants aren't old enough to appreciate a celebratory bottle of bubbly anyway. But I checked again just to verify they weren't inviting me to participate in some kind of "Ms." pageant for bitter, sarcastic, middle-aged crazy women, who, by the way, have been invited to be card-carrying members of the AARP.
Good thing I upgraded the shredder the last year, and saved the Shirvington for this year!
I can SO relate to this... mail-sifting/sorting/shredding and filing/cartacea should never ever be dealt with without a glass of red at hand... for health reasons... mental and otherwise! ;)
ReplyDelete...so you can imagine how many glasses (bottles) it takes to get through tax season...Thank you, Jodina!
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