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coming out of the closet.

Today is one of two days I am scheduled OFF from work for this week. I think I’ll clean my bedroom closet. I get tired of fighting a shirt in and out of the closet like some sort of clothing tug of war. I need to simplify.

I only have ONE closet which is home to the following:

  • Six off the rack suits that I wear for my job in sales.
  • Several assorted dress shirts and neck ties in seasonal color schemes.
  • Those tee-shirts that you sort of think are funny at the time, but look ridiculous on a 54 year old. “Jake’s Bar,” “Woody” Woodpecker, and “Joe’s Lube Shop” just don’t seem to have the same impact anymore. Go figure.
  • Ed’s “casual collection” of fine dining and dancing apparel (although it seems to be more dining and less dancing as of late).
  • A boxed artificial Christmas tree that I got on sale at a local discount department store last year because we had a lot of traveling to do around the Holidays and I didn’t want to fuss with watering a real tree (I loved its simplicity and ease of clean up after Valentine’s Day and want to keep it forever. Daryl refuses fake and wants to stay with a real tree). A companion plastic container of decorations and a huge manger scene complete with straw, an overhead angel and two wise men (the third one fell off a table several years ago and shattered – so much for being wise).
  • Luggage. Well, an overnight bag and a small carry on. I gave up the steamer trunk.
  • Dress shoes for work in black and brown, two pairs of sneakers, a pair of sandals, flip flops and bedroom slippers that I never seem to wear anymore (since I quit smoking out on the patio – THAT was always attractive in the dead of winter with my hair sticking all over the place, in my bathrobe and coat puffing away and shivering first thing in the morning).
  • Boxes of the appliances and gadgets that I keep for everything. The laptop box, a juice blender box and an old coffee maker box (with the coffee maker still inside!) that I hang onto in case of emergencies. Seriously, you do NOT want to mess with my caffeine intake at any time.
  • TONS of recycled gift bags for ANY occasion including “Over the Hill” which I seem to be using quite frequently these days. Most are complete with (scratched out) name tags and (crumpled) tissue paper.

Upon second review, it looks overwhelming and I just realized that I have to get a headlight fixed on my car. So much for cleaning the closet today… I’ll just stick to coming out of it.



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I don’t fold.

I got a bonus in my relationship with Daryl.

Pre-Daryl folding

Post-Daryl folding

Actually, I got several bonuses with Daryl, but one that is an amazing addition to our personal organization is his folding prowess. Scoff if you must, but having tees and underwear folded like they’ve just come out of the store package is a true work of art. I wonder if it’s some sort of latent origami-type skill that has worked its way into the back of his head.

He also does the laundry religiously (in other words, he does most of it on Sunday which is his day off). I try, on occasion to do the laundry, but Daryl doesn’t like how I do it. Apparently, pink clothing is NOT attractive and leaving washed clothes in the washer for a few days before drying is not appropriate.

I have also been “grounded” permanently from loading the dishwasher. For some reason, I was absent on the day that “pre-rinsing” and “how-to-stack” classes were given. I HAVE attempted to rectify this once in awhile, but when Daryl sees a chunk of chicken on a plate, or a “wall of bowls” around the sprayer, he gives new meaning to “SMH” (shaking my head-FB vernacular) as he rolls his eyes while re-stacking.

Believe me when I tell you I’m not a TOTAL slacker. I DO clean toilets well and I CAN cook like there’s no tomorrow (somehow having those two chores in the same sentence at the same time is not right). I am truly gifted at grocery and wine shopping (although I’m unsure about using a small plastic basket for food and a shopping cart for wine), I can shake a mean cocktail, create an award-winning (the awards are in my head) garden patio and I’m a pro at making sure the condo looks like it’s lived in by two upwardly mobile (read: second floor), professional homosexuals.

I’m also organized to a fault with bill paying (I pay in advance, Daryl thinks grace period means he has another week) and oil changes for the car, and I’m never late for work (unless you count that report that was generated last year which somehow indicated I was late 43 times by a few minutes each day which if you add up the total means an hour late annually…sheesh).

I believe Daryl and I have a wonderful balance in our 6 year relationship in many ways. It took some work to get to this place of cohabitation. We’re still learning and we’re not perfect by any means, however, he is the YIN to my YANG, the milk to my Oreo, and the Peppah to my Salt.

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