I am at odds with myself and at loose ends because I have so much organizing to do that I know not where to begin.  Actually, it would not be so overwhelming if I could just point and use other people’s legs and arms and time.

Having walls that are giant shadowboxes with individual glass doors on each nook and cranny would help too. I could see all my favorite things and  . . . no dusting.

I ponied up the money for an inexpensive sofa and love seat set to put in my favorite room – the converted old north porch. And, oh, my, the stuff I found under the old sofa!!! Everything from dog bones to this teeny tiny miniscule little knife that I had trouble identifying. I think it fit in the sheath of a big Ghurka knife – sort of a little two-inch hidden fanglet.

And if I didn’t have enough mementos, all today’s electronic gear has all those little necessary pieces to keep track of: chargers – house and car, cords for this , cords for that, remotes, etc. I think I mentioned once before I need a velcro suit; I actually wear a fisherman’s vest at times.

Then, of course, there is that which I always have with me . . . dog hair!

Okay, I’ve blathered enough – for one sitting. Time to go starch my upper lip . . .