This is more my father's moment, but I shall relay the senior story. I was in PA and on a mission to go with Dad and visit some local homes as he contemplates assisted living or not. He's 85 and in a very challenging house with steps, a basement, etc. He's lived there close to sixty years.
The Artman Home is full with a waiting list, but we got the spiel and a tour. They showed us a one bedroom studio where the occupant was out of the room.
"And here's the entry closet - quite spacious," the marketing woman opened the doors for us to see. Indeed, it was fine. We moved on.
Back in the car later, Dad said (and here's his moment), "It was all I could do to contain myself. I wanted to straighten that women's closet. Did you notice everything was askew? Hangars going every which way. How could she live that way?"
I burst out laughing. My father is quite the clothes horse - his closets are filled to the brim but extremely orderly. All the same type of hangars, everything in one direction, color coordinated pieces flow. It's like a Brooks Brothers emporium.
To see a closet in chaos gave him heartburn.
What's your heartburn moment?
I'll confess - I can't stand a crumpled dish towel in the kitchen. I want it smoothed out on the counter. Ray will drive me mad and deliberately scrunch it....I guess I'm not far removed from my father's compulsion.
Happy Monday - let's have an orderly week.
Murder in Capital Letters by Peter Bartram
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