The Catch--All

Every few weeks I need to clean out my purse.

Yes, it is a gathering place for odds and ends of things.

Lists.

Receipts.

Notes.

The usual - wallet, checkbook, hearing aid batteries, the key pouch, the small wallet type thing that holds my important cards, Kleenex packets, Tylenol tube, pens.

But the rest of it?  The purse, no matter the size, seems to be the catch-all for various strange things.

Today was the day I sat at the table in the dining room to clean up, sort, pitch, pay bills, condense, put away.....because for one, it needed to be done, and for two, Amy and Sarah are coming to clean and I like for the table to be cleared off of all the junk that accumulates there.

My purse.

Lots of receipts.  Most of those were pitched in the trash.

Hearing aid batteries that had been used, died, and replaced were in the little pouch and needed to be in the trash, plus those little silver or brown (depending on the brand) of pull off stickers that need to be pulled off when the new batteries are inserted.

Wallet- rid it of receipts shoved in the paper money compartment, then put the random bills that make their way to the bottom of the purse or into an interior pocket into the money compartment too.

Loose change that drifts to the bottom of the purse and into random pockets- where does this all come from.  Have I just tossed change into my purse to make its way like Plinko discs into a final resting place?  Evidently. All of those coins are gathered and either make their way into my coin pocket in my wallet or into the change container on the shelf behind my recliner.

Pens.  Why can't they just stay in the pocket designated for them instead of drifting to the bottom of my purse?

Kleenexes - packets, some opened, some unopened. Random used tissues to put into the trash also.

Then surprises - A Baby Ruth individual mini.  A Rolo wrapped in gold paper.  Two Reese's cups.  All of these were in a pocket where I had hidden some candy to take to the movies on New Years Day and had forgotten about.

A smashed something in its original packaging.  From the looks of it, it was one of those decorated Christmas tree cakes that we put into the stockings for the kids.  Why it was in my purse and smashed to an unrecognizable state is beyond me.  But it is in the trash now.  Where it belongs.

Lists.  For the Meijer stop on Thursday.  For the quilting lessons that begin in February.  For medications that needed to be filled at the Kroger pharmacy.

The print out of needed information from the Dr. Hart visit in December.

Coupons. Some gift cards.

For now my purse is clean and organized.  How long will that last?  For a few days.

Until I re-organize again and change to a smaller version for the trip to Orlando.

Too hard to find the necessary items when flying if I have a big purse.  Right?