Organizing.

Funny thing, I feel like I have written this post before, the one I'm about to write, the one about how disorganized I am.  But really, how can I be expected to be organized, when I have so much stuff? Wait, I think I've already written that post, too--the one about how much stuff I have. Come to think of it, this may be my true subject, the chaos and disorder of me and my stuff:

Today, I thought I might make a little movie using some excellent footage I got at the beach, of two lively dogs playing at the water's edge.  I was thinking I might revive a poem I wrote quite a while ago called "Shoreline Grammar," which has dogs playing in it.  This merely required me to find a copy of the poem, then I could begin fussing around with iMovie &c., fussing around being a good way to learn at least some basic stuff.  But first I had to put my hands on the poem, or at least, that's what I figured a logical first step would be.

About eleven or twelve file folders later--and these are actual files, the people, files made from paper--I found (get this!) a handwritten copy of the poem, which I believe I actually had made copies of and took them to my writing group, because it also had my notes from the group.

Please consider these details:  Handwritten copy.  Paper files.  Twelve file folders later.

But now I have it, this sad little handwritten poem, and I have made a digital file of it, started digging around in the Indo-European roots, blah blah blah.  The project will happen.  It's just, the pre-production around here is such a nightmare.  

(file this under:  Chaos and Disorder and Stuff.)