A few years back, I made a New Year’s resolution to organize every paper in our home. It’s when I realized we had far too many desks for a family of four.
There were office-sized wooden desks for 4 desktop computers, an antique secretary, a drop down desk in the kitchen, a full sized credenza that housed photo albums, drafting table/art desks full of child projects, a locking 4 drawer steel file cabinet, and a workbench in the basement full of owners/operators’ manuals.
It took me most of 3 months.
There was a lot of sorting, purging, recycling, labeling, filing.
There were a lot of memories, and a few tears.
I was happy with the results, and proud of the effort.
But later today, we will sit at our kitchen table and do our income taxes.
It is also where I sit to sort mail, pay bills, etc.
It is a throwback to a very special time, a time I shared with my Dad.
I watched in fascination as he did the very same on our 1960’s maple kitchen table.
He never kept a checking account, and chose to pay all his utilities, mortgage, etc. in person, and with cash.
After sorting the bills, and separating the cash into piles, we set out to all of those destinations. He often encouraged me to walk up to the counter, pay the bill and get his receipt.
It was a special bond we shared. And to this day, I still conduct financial efforts at my kitchen table.
Some things just never change.