Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Thursday, June 28, 2012


or... Ockham's razor.

I want to embrace it.  Deb told me I should.  It's that, or a Hoarder's intervention.

Today, I noticed that I had seven bathrobes hanging on the hooks outside my shower.  I decided that I really didn't need that many robes.  And I thought about someone else who didn't even have one.  And I pictured this grateful recipient of my generosity wrapping herself in my beautiful, soft cocoon of fabric. 

It was like Sophie's Choice, but I managed to part with three of the seven.  There was an elaborate deliberation, involving fabric, sleeve and hem length, color, my mother (one had been hers), my former husband (one had been his but he never wore it), designer logo (I kept the two with RL embroidered prominently), and seasonality.

Wow.  So complicated.

But liberating.

And scary.

But I'm on a roll.  So I'll close.  I so desperately want to declutter.  In other words, to simplify.  Maybe when I do, I'll be able to breathe.  Without hyperventilating...

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