Paperwork

we haven't done our taxes for 3 (count 'em) years. today I am trying to sort through the nightmare that is my man's version of organization. I keep coming across little bits of things-pictures drawn by the big girl when she was little, lists of things to do last year (half-completed), something I cut out of a magazine then promptly forgot about. There is so much paper in this house-so much of the minutiae of our lives, forgotten or put away for another day to examine so I keep getting sidetracked from my task to spend a few minutes thinking about then and now-what's changed, what's stayed the same. it's a beautiful day outside but I am perfectly happy in my dining room with these little bits of paper and the cat happily in the middle of it all, listening to Sarah Slean singing away like a bird through the speakers.