Another project is in the books. The accent wall in the bedroom is painted and the bed is moved to it’s third location in the last fifteen years. There’s a new spread on the bed along with new accent pillows because a fellow is nothing without his color-coordinated pillows. Here’s the sweet part of the deal. I discovered the new shams at the bottom of a bin of stored linens I was sorting, purchased but never used by my late wife. She’s still looking after me.

Speaking of linens, the bins in question are now sorted by bedspreads, throws, mattress toppers, and sheets. Sounds pretty organized. It is. I have decided I’m just going to surrender to whatever gene it is that makes me want to sort and store things. Seems harmless enough. Besides, when I want something, I know right where it is. You should see my binders for the operators manuals for kitchen, yard, electronic, and household appliances. Pretty sweet. Everything is in its own sheet protector.

Again, I’m getting a great deal of pleasure going through all the odds and ends of my life, especially the part that involves my late wife. She liked having a house to manage and she liked having multiple sets of things so that she could keep the look of the house fresh. I enjoyed it, too. Which is why I’m having fun redecorating and discovering her various caches of goods. I’m also discovering that sometimes her taste was my taste because it was her taste and now that’s it’s just me there’s a slightly different look to things. And I think that’s just the way of the world.