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 I evidently forgot to blog last night, which is pretty rare, although I admit I was really tired.  I feel compelled now to go back and comment on yesterday's special day.  Yesterday was Lost Sock Memorial Day.  One of my favorite authors years ago was Erma Bombeck, and one of my all time favorite quotes of hers was "It's a sad truth that socks do not mate for life."  It must be true.  In our shared laundry room here, the most frequently left behind item of clothing is a sock.  There is a box in which we can deposit odd socks that we come across.  It's always full but there are no matching pairs.

But moving on, today's special day is National Clean Up Your Room Day.  Unlike socks, clutter seems to be always with me.  It's a good thing that I have company from time to time.  That's my clean up motivator.  I really like it though when one clean up can cover two sets of visitors.  For instance, tomorrow night I am hosting two members of a touring choir who will be performing at our church tomorrow evening.  Then on the weekend, two of my girlfriends will be visiting with me.  It occurs to me though that I would have a lot less to clean up if I could eliminate all of the "give me money" mail.  Every charity and life insurance company seems to have my address, and they obviously don't care how many trees they use up or how many times they send me stuff.  I have a few basic rules about giving my money away. 1. If they can send me money, they don't need mine. 2. If they can send me presents, they don't need my money.  I have enough return address labels to last me the rest of my life.  I do like the note pads though. Very handy for grocery lists and to-do lists.  All that junk mail fills up my recycle bin every week.  I wonder If I could just write 'refused' on the envelopes and drop them back in the outgoing mail? But that would probably just make more work for the mailman and it's not his fault.  When I was in high school, a mailman who delivered to our rural route got in trouble for dumping a bunch of junk mail in a ditch. He probably shouldn't have done that but I can certainly understand the impulse.