Queen of Rambles

My mom rolled up her sleeves (if she actually wore sleeves–hot flashes means she is usually in tank tops) and tackled my closet this afternoon. I suppose I should be embarrassed that my mom comes and cleans my house, but my house wasn’t actually dirty. It was just unorganized and my mom is a freak who can’t sit still. She has to be working or planting or cleaning or mowing or scrubbing. She’d be going nuts if our house was perfect and she had nothing to do, especially since the wind was so scary and strong it was impossible to go outside today.

I can actually see the floor of my closet now, which I never thought would be possible. I can walk in and not step on a million different things. It helps to have someone with no attachment to any of the stuff go in and sort. She also cleaned out the cupboards, but that was much scarier for me. I use my cupboards! I have them how I want them! It turned out pretty good, though, so I guess it’s up to me to keep them organized.

My mom did stumble across the handcuffs, but I was too tired to be mortified. She just laughed and reminded me that she cleans out my sister’s various houses all the time. She’s seen it all and is past being shocked.

I finally got some baby pictures from my best college friend! Emmee, let me know if you’d like to see them. I’m sure Myra wouldn’t mind. I haven’t seen my friend in years and years so it was a weird feeling to look at the picture of her little girl and see her staring out of that baby face.

I’m glad she sent the pictures because it’s been a pretty depressing day otherwise. I’ve watched way too much of the news out of Virginia. What a world we live in. What is wrong with people? It makes me want to huddle up in the house and never leave. You just never know when someone is going to go nuts.

Last, but not least, here’s a little thing I’m supposed to post since I added my memories to a few other people’s posts. Be gentle. I am easily mortified.

If your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

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