It's the middle of August, and, traditionally, especially in
Europe, half of its world is on vacation
somewhere. I remember that when I lived
in Italy, the cities would become ghost towns, and the factories completely
shut down their operations during this month. Today, only tourists flock in
them since the museums and art galleries are kept open. Here in
NY, today, I noticed that, of the nine apartments on my floor, I am the only
tenant still in town.
During this strange summer, we continue to roast and sweat in
NY stormy and sticky weather, but I
spend lots of time indoors, fully occupied with loads of desk and paperwork, in
addition to a large reorganization of computerized files and data that needs to
be done for both my personal and work record keeping. Notwithstanding the now, no longer new, concept
of striving toward a paperless society, we are still continuously buried in
paper, whether we like it or not. Just
from unsolicited mail I continue to receive daily at least a dozen unwanted envelopes,
and catalogs, which require address
concealment before they are discarded,
and so my shredder gets a workout daily. These
chores, quite boring if not alternated with other distractions from time to
time, are unfortunately a necessity.
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