However, most people don’t know that I am sadly organizationally handicapped because years ago–in high school but I’m not going to tell you how long that was–I forced organization on myself by using color codes and clips and folders of neon hues and clipboards and file cabinets and, most recently, baskets.
Second only to disipline, what I hated most about teaching school was having to organize. I usually had at least three preparation, sometimes as many as six which meant all those sets of worksheets. Keeping where each separate worksheet I had for each class–well, my brain was tangled by the end of the day. I’m surprised I made it for so long.
For years, I used totes, just like Gussie Milton in my Butternut Creek series: one for school, one for church, one or two more for different groups I belonged to. I just grabbed one as I headed out the door.
My church friends JoAnne and Ro came over last week to help pack. For the last ten years I’ve used plastic baskets and woven baskets to keep things straight at home. When JoAnne entered my study, she said, “I didn’t think there was anyone in the world who had more baskets than I do.” I must have fifty or more of all sizes and shapes. They are color coded: purple baskets in my Kansas State study, yellow and orange baskets in the room divider in the hall which match the shower curtain in the hall bathroom, red and blue baskets on top of the kitchen shelves because they’re pretty, woven brown baskets in the dining/living room, and cheap white plastic baskets in the closets.
I hasten to add, I’m not compulsive. I’m dyslexic and have not a smidgen of the neatness gene. Such handicaps require desperate measures so I don’t end upliving beneath piles of receipts, old manuscripts, unfolded laundry, and cat toys.
How do you organize yourself? I’d love to learn a new way. And, if you need some, I have lots of baskets I can give you. Just pick them up before I move.