Hi Ho Silver, Away!

My friend and former neighbor called me this morning at 6 am to go to breakfast. She found nothing odd in calling at that hour on a Sunday. I declined, and managed not to swear. But, because I was up, I had the opportunity to receive another call that was far more welcome; enjoyed immensely, in fact.

 

Then, I was off to the East Bay. My pal Viv had a little organizational project for me that we had scheduled for summer. Basically, she couldn’t get her new car in the garage—it was full of stuff. I said I’d help on one condition…once I got there, I picked what got thrown away and what got kept. She had to agree or I wouldn’t participate. This of course, sent her into apoplexy, and into her garage, where in short order, she had discarded, donated, and divided it all into neatly organized boxes, stored carefully on shelves. Miraculously, her car now fit. And, I was no longer needed…pretty sly boots of myself, or so I thought…

 

…Seems she has an office problem of a similar nature. I was thinking a little filing/file folder creation, and perhaps a little furniture rearranging, then we’d kick back on the patio and relax. This was not to be. She opened the door to the office, and all the papers, supplies, unfilled filing, and the missing corpse of Jimmy Hoffa came tumbling out. Once the FBI cleared out, I went in and assessed for a couple of minutes. In short order we’d removed furniture, moved filing cabinets, relocated hardware, found an old desk previously thought unusable, but which only needed some screw tightening and some Liquid Gold, and voile! We had a functioning office, and several boxes and bags of paper, which we then spent hours sorting. She wrote out her list of remaining organizational instructions, and I mounted my trusty white steed Rav4, turned to wave and shout, “Hi, Ho Rav4, Away!” and rode off into the sunset…okay, I rode off into the East, where the temperatures were sure to be at least 100 degrees.

 

First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.~ Napolean Hill

 Published on: Jun 26, 2006