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Junk Is a Matter of Personal Definition (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Oct 10 2020Views/Reads: 1031/709Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When in my space, no matter how somebody else may do it, I am in an atmosphere to do the thinking I need to do. Most of the time, my thoughts are rooted in God and how he has marvelously blessed my life.
 



I thought I had everything organized and in order. It just shows how
useless my thinking is these days. 

There are many piles in my office and on my desk, and I know what is in
each pile. Everything is organized to my specifications. My rule is: if 
I can't find something, I don't need it. Believe me; there's a lot of 
things I don't need. 

At the end of the week, I was finishing up my office area and closing it
down for the week. I sighed a deep sigh of relief, knowing that my work 
for the week was done. Nothing is more satisfying than when a plan 
comes together. 

It was at this point that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came
into my office area and said rather strictly, “What is all this junk?” 

At first, I did not know what she was talking about. I looked around my
office area, and I could not see any junk. So I asked her, "What junk 
are you referring to?" It was a very sane and insightful question, at 
least from my point of view. 

I've been married long enough to know that there is a different way of
thinking and looking at something on either side of the marriage aisle. 
After all of these years of being married, I just can't figure her side 
out. 

"All this junk in your office is what I'm referring to," she replied. 

The only junk I could see in my office area was the waste can, which was
full at the time. So I picked up the waste can, took it out, emptied 
it, and brought the empty waste can back. 

“There,” I said with a degree of satisfaction, “I got rid of all the
junk.” 

You would have thought that being married as long as I have been, I
would not have come to that conclusion. 

My method of organizing is not the same as hers. For example, on the
other side of the house, she has what she calls her "Craft Room." I 
walked into it once, and it was so organized I had to get out as 
quickly as possible. It gave me a headache. It looked like a 
well-organized store of craft products. Everything had its place, and 
every place had its thing. 

My idea of organization is that I know where everything is and if I
can't find it, well, you know the rest of that. 

“Look at all of the junk in your office. How can you work with all of
this junk around you?” 

Still, I do not understand what her definition of junk in my room is.
But the fact is, I work better when I'm surrounded by what she calls 
"junk." 

Then she said something that froze my liver. “I have some time so let me
help you organize your office.” 

I know she meant well. But I also know that if she organizes my office
according to her specifications, I will never find anything I want when 
I want it. 

Then she briskly walked towards one of my “piles.” I almost panicked. 

"No, no," I said as gently as I could even though I was in panic mode.
"Everything is okay; I'll take care of it, you don't have to worry." 

Whenever my wife gets a project in her mind, she can't stop until she
has completed it to her satisfaction. She's a gifted organizer and very 
specific. I know that if she organizes my office, it would be supreme. 

If she organized my office, it would take me months to get it back to
the place where it functions according to my level of function. 

When I'm finished with a project, I go over to one of the piles and just


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