A Place for Everything


I like things in their place.  When they are moved, I have a hard time finding them.  The other day I went into the refrigerator to get the almond milk.  What I grabbed was the water jug.  I stared for a minute looking for the almond milk.  There it was, on the left side.  It’s supposed to be on the right!  Our refrigerator is hard enough to see what’s inside.  I have to bend down low to get a really good view.

I’ve made it a habit to put things back where I keep them.  If something stops me from completing my task, I cannot find what I was using.  I guess as I get older things will be even harder to find.  I know where all my fishing tackle is located!


My Own Room!


I have lived in the same house for almost thirty years and have just discovered that I have a room!  I thought that the whole house was my wife’s.

All of my fishing things have been stored out in the shed with all of my fishing equipment.  So now I am thinking about bringing all my fishing supplies into my room.  That would leave more space in the shed for storing aluminum cans.  I walk the road for exercise and pick up cans.  As I pick up cans, I pray for the people who live in the house that I am in front of.

I’m thinking about how to organize my room and where will we put the stuff that is already in there.  This room serves as my study and where I do my writing.  Our daughter left home several years ago, and she still has a room here.  Maybe I can shift stuff in there!  I don’t know when I will actually get started; but, hurrah, I’ve got a room in the house!