My sister in Illinois always complained that her husband always complained that she left the cupboard doors open all the time.
She insisted she did not, until he deployed to Iraq a few years back, and those cupboard doors remarkably flapped open way too often for coincidence. Finally, she gave in and accepted the fact that yes, she did often fail to close them.
Well, my husband always insists that if I just put things where they belong when I bring them into the house, we would always have a tidy home. Much like Barbara and her cupboards, I refused to accept responsibility for the clutter. And we're not talking basement here, so stop laughing.
He's recouping at Friendship Haven from hip replacement surgery, and it seems the gods of clutter have come to my house to live. He may be right about me, and, oh, how it hurts to admit that. But the deal is, I don't care if the house is cluttered. I don't care if I've got just one pathway anywhere. I can use just one at a time anyway.
Still, you never know when someone - and now, some thing - will needle you about your decisions.
Last week I shopped for groceries at Hy-Vee, and the plastic grocery bag I carried out with me proclaimed "Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking."
Could that possibly relate to my clutter? I'm voting no, but Walt's not home yet to cast his vote. Things could change then, and my character could get a huge shot in the arm while the house gets a good declutterization.
I've heard that character idea before, if not in those words - something more like you should act when you're alone as you would with people watching. It's because of that I can't even burp in private without saying "excuse me" aloud.
Talking about doing things when people don't see, I'm not the only one who does that.
Robert "Boo" Maddox and his wife, Rene, took their young son Robert - L'il Boo - out of the New Orleans Children's Hospital on Christmas for two hours at the apartment the family has in that city. Maddox stopped short of saying he wasn't supposed to, but he was bursting at the idea the youngster was well enough for that to happen.
"We carried him home on Christmas day and let him have Christmas for two hours with his sister," Maddox said Wednesday. "He's fully neurologically there, laughing and playing. He's just back to a boy."
L'il Boo, you might remember, went into the hospital on Nov. 12, 2009, with a 104 fever and vomiting - a victim of H1N1 flu. After more than a year of setbacks and more setbacks, he has made, according to his father, "a 100 percent recovery with the exception of the kidneys. That's what we need prayers for now, that God will restart the kidneys."
So take a little time and say a prayer for Li'l Boo. Pray for Boo and Rene, too, because the loved ones at home often go through as much as the patient - they just feel helpless doing it.
And prayers do help.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or firstname.lastname@example.org