Monday, December 23, 2013
I Feel Violated
After my retirement the office remained mostly my territory. We have a desktop computer that Mrs. Grumpy rarely uses, preferring the tablet. The bookshelves are filled with memorabilia from my career and of my favorite college and pro teams, along with car parts catalogs, spare ammo, pictures of our pets and a file box of important papers.
Every so often Mrs. Grumpy decides that the room needs cleaning. I don't mean dusting and vacuuming. I mean she empties the shelves and rearranges things to her liking. Funny how she always does this when I'm either not home or otherwise occupied, like napping. I awoke from today's brief nap to find that things weren't as I left them. She had struck again. Now instead of instinctively reaching for something where it's usually located, I have to go on a search mission to find the stapler.
Since this room has, in effect, been ceded to me, I feel I should be able to arrange things as I choose. She likes it organized her way. One of these days when she's not at home I'm going to rearrange all her closets and see how she takes that. Fair is fair. Amirite?