Sunday, January 11, 2009
The word "Tidy" has never been part of descriptors used of me. Never.
I can hear the guffaws now.
George Carlin called it "Stuff". I've got a lot of Stuff. And I don't put my stuff where it should be all the time.
I like to think I'm better than I used to be - about putting stuff away, that is. I think it's an age defense thing; it's getting harder to remember where I left stuff so in self defense for the future it gets closer to where it belongs.
Sunday I was looking for something in my workshop (talk about the opposite of tidy!) and I KNOW it's in there. Somewhere.
Growing up, I marveled at my father's collection of stuff in his workshop. Stuff he had no use for, but might need it someday. And my (then) wife's grandfather died and we were going through his workshop and a lot of the same type of stuff was there. You know, old parts from electric fixtures; old plumbing faucets and so forth, parts from things broken that "might be useful someday".
Now that I'm in the middle-age 'plus' group I'm afraid I've got both of them beat.
And have a hard time finding any of it.