Each morning Monday through Friday, I help to get my husband off to work. I fill his thermos with warm water, pack his lunch and he will collect his things such as the work tablet, his reading glasses, keys etc. We place them on the couch close to the door so he can load up his arms and head out to the car.
Then I get my case of eye clutter. You may have heard the expression eye candy, that is something appealing to look at. Well I get eye clutter and that is all the little things out of place or items that have never quite fit in a place. Then there are those items that never have had a place because it requires us to move something to put it in it's place then everything in the house has to shift because of that one thing. I call it my case of eye clutter.
Many times it is not really all that bad, it is just a matter of straightening things and it goes away.
Now that we have made it through the holidays and I actually know what day it is again I feel like I am getting my land legs again. The first time I went deep sea fishing was the last time I went deep sea fishing because I was so sea sick they had to carry me off the boat.
For three days I was riding the same waves over and over. Deep sea fishing is quite different, the waves are slow large rolling waves that slow roll way up and slow roll way down and that was how I felt. Finally I started feeling like I was on land again and that is how I feel after the holidays.
Katherine daydreaming, I wish I knew what she was thinking.
After putting away the Christmas decorations I wanted something normal. But now there is a problem, I have a case of Rearrangingtinintinitis (fake name of course :)). This is a dangerous disease and extremely dangerous for my husband because when I have a flare up it creates havoc in the house and if he gets up during the night to walk through the house before the light is on he could bang into something or fall over something. We have both learned to feel our way through the darkness because I have always had this disease, thankfully it goes into remission.
I have learned to stash my gear so my husband does not know I am coming out of remission so he will not discourage my creative flow that is going on in my head. I do consider his feelings so I try and work it all out in my head before having "the talk". That talk that starts at the table with, "I have been thinking," He knows what that means and I get a nervous look.
We hardly ever go out and purchase anything, we just move within our house as if we moved to another house and then decided to move back into our house. I know some of you are laughing now because I know that I am not the only one with this disease. I know you are out there somewhere.
So I just wanted to explain to you why some of my quite familiar household items are often in a different location. I dream that I will finally reach that perfect place where I can stand in the house and look around and say, it is done!
I figure one day I will be too old and outgrow my disease but then I remember my Grandmother and my mother doing this until the very end of their journey from here to eternity and I wonder if now they have floating furniture that just glides with a simple thought, "oh I will just move it over there"? But then I think not because where they are is just perfect.
Grandma Donna
