Tomorrow Cameron and I are driving down to Fairborn in one car and Der Bingle is going in another . . . and we hope to get the latter settled back in the Ohio Redoubt following the interpretative representation of “Planes, Trains & Automobiles”.  We will need to stock him up with food and straighten up his kitchen and help him with the laundry.

We’ll probably have a couple of Cousin Vinny’s pizzas tomorrow night and maybe go to a restaurant on Saturday; and then it will be time for Cameron and I to head back up here and start another year. Sydney is staying at the vet’s for observation and diet control while we are gone.

Uh, I caved and we got a big TV this year . . . and then Der Bingle added  Internet capability and movie downloadability  to it and it is becoming intimidating. I think I like cuddling up with a 13 inch set about two feet from my face better.

I would have liked a bobcat and a dumpster for Christmas, but I will do the best I can to get rid of all this clutter without accidentally throwing out things I really want to keep. It may be a challenge since when gathering up stuff to keep, I have stashed it in whatever is at hand – like a plastic grocery bag. Ah, yes, the idiocy of it all.

Yesterday at Mother’s I picked up some pictures from way back when and my dad’s teaching license from further way back when . . . and I looked for something to put them in . . . and I grabbed an empty box that had held window plastic. That was just so smart.

This organizational thing is going to be hard; it is not my natural state. It’s not that I can’t keep things straight in my mind – it’s just this business of having things at my fingertips. This idea of a place for everything and everything in its place. It worked okay – well, sort of okay – for a long time and then over the last ten years with folks living with me, I lost my grip.

I’ll probably be in bed before midnight  with the covers pulled up over my head – this has been quite a year. I’m a little afraid of 2010, but it’s coming anyway.

You can tell I’m scared by the random topic recital.

Well . . . over and out for now.