Yes, piles. But not the kind you immediately thought of. I know there are "those" piles that boomers can relate to, but the kind I'm talking about are the kind in the picture.
Recently we went on a boomer retreat, otherwise known as a golf tournament weekend. While the boomer guys (known either as Dicks or Tims) were slaying dragons on the golf course, the boomer girls (Janes and Sallys) were having a tea party while watching the royal wedding (champagne and mimosas were also included--we are boomers), going to the movies to see the one about the old guy that ran away to join the circus, and then we lunched. During our lunch, we got on the subject of piles and lists. It seems in every boomer family there's a pile maker and a list maker. You can see by the picture that I have a pile maker in my household. The pile rule is the piles must stay in certain places. The office being the main one, then a corner of the kitchen table, and perhaps part of the kitchen counter. When the piles start growing and expanding, the non-pile maker in the household must lay down the law. I know, I know, pile and list makers are very organized. One of the Jane pile makers did admit to just moving her piles around and rearranging them but never throwing anything away.
My favorite story from that enlightening lunch was one Jane told. Dick and Jane had married when they were older after both having lost their spouses. One day, Jane had to go in for a minor surgery. Dick drove her to the surgery center, dropped her off, and promised to come back for her when she was ready to go home. Though he's quite forgetful, Dick did return as promised, and when Jane got into the car she noticed a yellow post it note on the steering column. It read simply, "Pick up wife." Her name wasn't even on it. Just "wife". Jane will never let Dick forget it.
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