A Chaos Theory

chaosI must say this upfront, in case you are new to my blog –  I am not a scientist, nor physicist.

( My long-time readers can stop laughing now …)

Yet, I have proven this chaos theory many times over the years. In fact, I am doing so this week, in my very own office, just trying to move back in.

Somehow, despite all the cabinets and shelves my office has now, there is not enough room for everything designated to be there. SIGH. This turns the fun in putting things away, to dreaded decision-making. About my stuff crap.

Yes, I have gathered much, over the past 50 years, but I’ve only held on to the most precious crap. Then, my mother and sister move on to their eternal rest, and stick me with their precious crap. My inner-teen whines, “this is just SO unfair!”, as I go through boxes of precious family crap and realize I must keep a lot of it for historical and sentimental reasons. It is my duty as the only survivor.

I cannot part with the boxes of genealogical research, and reference documents my mom worked with before she became ill. They, combined with my hubby’s mom’s research, may help me discover the (missing) link between our individual Richardson family trees. If nothing else, there are some great things in there for a novel…

OK. I decide to put all the family research on the top shelf. It won’t be in the way there – I can’t reach the shelf under it without a step-stool.  The shelf I can reach, is the ‘staging’ area for the upper shelves until hubby emerges from his shop, or wherever he is at the moment, and puts them up for me.

Yesterday, hubby shocked me with the news that he needed some file space in my office too. What!?!  It turned out he only needed 5 hanging folders, but he scared me. He has most of his files in the shop’s filing cabinet, but wanted to keep personal files in the house. I gave him permission, what the Hell. Someday, I may need a square foot of shop space. For what, I don’t know. But it’s good to be prepared. The Military Girl Scouts taught me that.

Spring has sprung up here – the days are getting warmer, the bees are wildly spreading pollen, and the squirrels are flirting and chasing each other. I would normally be out on the deck with my laptop, re-writing chapter five of my novel, but I need to gather all the boxes that waited around in closets and the garage for me to put them away. Hubby wants to park in there – this year.

Then, the chaos should reach its peak, and in a few days, my little office will officially be open for business!

TTFN  🙂

First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage, Then Comes…

We just returned home from a weekend spent hanging with my best friend from grammar-school whose son got married at a quaint little Inn in Novato, CA. We got to catch up with my girlfriend’s family and friends, get away from our routine and ‘party’.

The timing was perfect. A big wedding week-end to get us in that wedding  frame of mind (OK, probably just me, and not hubby), before we head off Friday night to Mexico. We will be celebrating 25-years of married bliss at a couples-only resort in Cancun.

I’m excited about this trip. And nervous. I never stayed in Mexico before, but I’ve heard wonderful things about the resorts there. It’s just that hubby and I often have ‘adventures’ when we travel. You know, the kind that are annoying at first, then you are laughing about them later? Sometimes much later? That sort of thing happens to us all the time. It’s spooky.

The point of post (finally!) is that this week on Not Pretending (to be sane), in honor of my 25th wedding anniversary next week I will be posting about love, dating, weddings, marriage, romance and all that mushy stuff.  UnknownCouple

Since I already know my stories, I would love for you, dearest readers, to send me one of your humorous stories or anecdotes, about your experience with love and romance, etc. The ones I like the most I will publish as “guest posts” while I am away.

Sound like fun?  I will even make it super easy for you to send me one…

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How Grandpa Turned Evil Into Good

Daily Post Topic: “Prized Possession”

MySpecialBox        MySpecialBoxInside

My grandpa could fix anything and loved to do wood working in his garage.  For my 9th birthday, he made me a lock box to keep diaries and special treasures in. He made it out of scrap wood from an old TV cabinet my parents discarded. I love my “treasure chest” it still keeps my diary(s) safe. I also have “trophies” from special dates in there, ticket stubs, letters, and crazy odds and ends that only mean something to me.

This cabinet fell on me when I was 6-years old.  Because I thought the TV glass had broken and I would be electrocuted, I screamed bloody murder. My mom leaped out of bed and broke her big toe running into the family room to find her dumb kid pinned face-down underneath the TV cabinet.

The glass survived and I lived. I did get in trouble for climbing on the furniture and breaking mom’s toe.  My back was bruised and sore for a week.  So, when I learned that grandpa built my special box out of that evil cabinet, I was ecstatic.

I’m very big on justice, vengeance, and good old-fashioned revenge.  I still smile when I look at it  😉

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Photo Credit: bad photography by Jodi Lea