My problem is that the older I get, the more visual I get -- if I can't see it, it doesn't exist, so I have to clothes in folded piles where I can see everything, and shoes within view (one way or another).

I'm the worst about this with the fridge. Anything that accidentally gets pushed to the back could just as well have been thrown out.

All kinds of hugs, if you like them, Zen. I know those feelings, and they're really hard to banish.

I'll take all the hugs, Amy. Thanks.

I'm around, too, at least in the evenings, for either FB messaging or texting or even the phone. Just ask Plei -- she called me once and just talked about whatever came into her head until I calmed down, and it helped enormously.

Totally willing to chatter for anyone here, if it helps.

I'm glad you were able to reach out Zen. I know how it feels. From the outside I may look like a capable adult, but the inner world is much more fraught. I still have Christmas cards I haven't mailed, and stuff of ita's that never made it to its intended person (I do plan on getting them to their homes one of these days), and my house is littered with all the stuff I haven't dealt with. One day at a time, we'll get through it.

they probably moved it. I'll deal with it.

This is just one more thing. I don't handle things well when I'm sick and I'm feeling stressed out and other things anyway. I'm trying to distract myself.

We just bought this for our bedroom, for the same hanging of clothes purpose: [link]

There's a 2-bedroom cottage for sale in Shropshire for 200K pounds. Looks pretty standard on the outside, but...

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The funeral service for my cousin was today. My uncle was just a rock, I tell you what. He greeted everyone by the casket and chatted with people and was just really composed.

The cousins in my generation were a hot mess. I found out another cousin, who I think is 40-ish (she's younger than me, but not by a lot) had a heart attack and triple bypass a month ago. God DAMN. She's recovering well, though, so that's a good thing.

The visitation part of the services was open casket, and...it shouldn't have been. When my cousin fell, she fell face down, and there was some damage the mortician couldn't repair. Yikes.

It's my dad's birthday, so now we're taking him to Applebee's. But first he and Tim are shopping at Harbor Freight Tools. I noped out of that nerdfest and am hanging out in the car.

I just had a conversation with the DH this morning about not leaving clothes on top of my dresser. He feels it is "slovenly." He does put all his clothes away at the end of the day, but HIS dresser top is covered with receipts and cigars boxes and change and dog treats and whatever is in his pockets. His response was that his is just stuff, which is different that clothes, because clothes have places they are supposed to go. Luckily (for him), he ended with, "I know I'm anal about these things. I just wanted to let you know it bugs me but you can do whatever you want with your clothes."

I'm still transferring clothes into the new dresser I bought because I had piles of clothing with no place to put them.

For the pot luck, I don't know if I should take the slow cooked beef with potatoes and Swiss chard, or the chipotle chicken I've got in the crock pot now.