6:30am found me up, coffeed, and organizing the house. Sam and I are equally chronic trail-leavers: cause for me to go from room to room asking, “Does this belong here? Where does this belong? Why the hell did I put this here?” International power adapters don’t belong in a woven box with cuff links, although when I put them there, it seemed perfectly logical because the box was just the right size. After re-placing about a dozen things, (feeling not unlike Wall-E) the questions and answers became a meditation, and I thought about the additional trouble I caused myself by just doing what I’d always done, without changing my behavior.
My Grandfather was right, all those times. Put things where they belong, and you’ll always know where to find them. To help us, he Continue reading ‘Cleaning Up and Moving Toward Sanity’