New Crisis.

     Arrived home on Tuesday feeling so calm and relaxed.  Really was wonderful having the freedom to smoke in my car again.  Assured myself it would not become a daily thing.  Into my house, into a Tempest.

     There was a full on fit going on in the bedroom.  I yelled hello and wondered about what to make for dinner.  Saw the new place my brother in law put the mail, I cringed.

     As I said I'm more akin to Oscar Madison than Felix Unger.  Even I have standards.  I must admit however, about 2 and a half years ago when I slid into full blown congestive heart failure, I became one.

     Unfortunately I have let it continue to slide, badly.  Not noticed, well because of my housemates.  True slobs.  My living room is littered on one half with boxes, some full, some not.  Not quite getting the point?  Stuff she ordered or he ordered 6-7 years ago, boxes from previous starts to cleaning. Stuff rarely get tossed.  

     Apparently the hubub was something important.  Seems some paper work from the oncologist has been misplaced.  His office says they don't have it.  Sister claimed I had made copies for it and it was on the table.  I said not to my recollection.  The wailing began.

"If we don't find it we'll owe $1600!  DO YOU HAVE $1600 WE DON'T."

     Calmly I assessed the situation and assured her I would spend the rest of the night scouring the kitchen table.  Trust me as you will bear witness, not an easy task.

     I keep empty boxes from paper from work handy.  Basically my 90+ neighbor stole my broken recycle container and I never asked for it back.  The paper boxes work so well.  Plus I'm reusing, so its environmentally good.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

-t.b.c.