It’s kind of like magic, but more annoying

I love New Yorker magazine. I really do. I was a devoted reader for two years. But then I started reading a lot of books again and something had to give (hint: it wasn’t the books). A renewal notice from the magazine came a few months ago in the midst of my culling through a year’s backlog of issues to see if there were any articles worth saving to read/keep. Yes, I do that. It’s research. For life.

Anyway, that notice had to come at least two months ago. But the magazines still keep coming and I keep not reading them. I have six sitting on my desk right now staring at me pointedly as if to ask why I haven’t picked them up since I moved them to my desk in the first place.

I have paper issues. I save blank post-its, I use old notebooks for loose leaf. I used to mend folders until I realized they each cost a dime. No matter how much space they take up though, I just cannot bring myself to get rid of them without looking through them. And after I do that I can’t throw them out without reading the good articles. And then another issue comes in the mail.

Snowball much?

Not the most riveting or relevant post. But I thought it might be time to post something that had nothing to do with a review. I had an epiphany last night to resurrect a very old post I made on another blog after some discussion with “ChelseaGirl” but now I can’t remember what the brilliant idea was because I fell asleep and forgot. If I remember soon, watch for it.

One thought on “It’s kind of like magic, but more annoying

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.