Again With My Desk

My desk cracks me up! I never noticed how cluttered it was. I was unpacking to fill my desk and I noticed all these holy cards. Cards I could never throw away, from Timothy's ordination, Dad's funeral, cards with inspiring prayers. Well, no use putting them in a file, one can't enjoy them in a file , so I taped them to my desk. Well, I know it is tacky, but I can admire them, and PACOG has learned to suffer in silence.

Then there are pictures. They are the pictures that Jim had on a former desk: one of us thirty years ago when I visited him in Oregon. Then there is a picture of my beloved cat, Bubba, and a cross ,made of palm, is tucked in the holder with Bubba's pic.