Today, those photographs, two photographs taken by my friend I. when she was in South Korea, two kid-oriented prints for the playroom (one from my friend R.), five framed Disney photos and an art print of a lizard also from my friend I. finally went back up on the walls. So that was a thing.
We had to fill out some paperwork for T.'s summer school. Two items needed a signature from his doctor; those had to round trip, but the rest were things we had in the house. However, we had to _find_ them, and they were not in any of the files where they really should have been, nor were they in the binder where they might have been. I correctly predicted they would be in R.'s backlog of mail to be filed away, then I got really mad and went through his entire backlog and threw away expired coupons/fliers, scrapbooked the rest of the holiday cards sitting in his stack and took a bunch of stuff that should be filed upstairs and moved it one step closer to that goal by putting it my To Be Filed folder in the hutch.
I know there's a stack of To Be Filed upstairs on top of the filing cabinets upstairs. This is a very bad sign, an indication that I really need to Go Do This, but I know a few other things, too, like, there's more shredding to be done. *sigh* I haven't done any decluttering posts in a while and it reflects my reality.
[ETA: To Be Filed folder has been taken upstairs. That and the stack from previous iterations of the To Be Filed folder have been mostly filed, leaving a much smaller stack to be contemplated in the future. The kids helped me run the shredder until it overheated -- which takes a lot less time than one would think -- getting me another few percentage of the way through the gigantic destroy-old-files project. Even with the big gaps in time, I still destroy paperwork/files faster than I generate paper files; I just wish I could be more consistent about it.]
This week, another of the lamps R. ordered arrived. It still needs bulbs and to be plugged in.
I keep looking at the child's table and chairs in the upstairs hall and thinking, we _never_ use those any more. We really should pass those along to someone.