Just ran across this while sorting some things out and it seemed to fit the day I'm having. I may put some of my poetry on here from time to time. I'm on a mission from God to organize this house. I am of the opinion that clutter occurs when everything does not have its own place to live...it then gets shoved from here to there etc. My darling brother, who hates clutter when he notices it, opens a drawer and shoves it in. This accomplishes two things: It temporarily gets rid of the clutter which then doesn't get handled and (2) renders the drawer useless as being a permanent home for anything. Do you see where I'm going here...In all fairness Bill moved in to this house without much help and certain cupboards and shelves and drawers just got things assigned to them without much thought and there they have remained. My New Years Resolution is to bring some kind of sense to this by sorting closets, cupboards, drawers shelves, etc and putting like with like and tossing all duplicative items. We have a combination house here, that is, a coming together of my mother's things, Bills things and my things so you can imagine that to have five plastic letter openers in three different rooms; envelopes in three different places, etc...That is what I am going to eliminate starting with today's project...cleaning out my mother's desk. My mother passed away two years ago and I started to clean this out once before but got stopped part way through. This time I aim to finish and set it up for the house. So wish me luck with my 2007 Clutter Crusade. The poem below would have applied at a time when I had a career with Mobil Oil Corporation in management, taking some college classes at night, had a daughter in college and a disabled husband at home. The activity level persists still even though I am now home all day, I never get my list of things totally done but it's important to me that this house be in perfect order including all bills filed, things cleaned, laundry done and that I have found time for my creative side as well.

Perfectly Bipolar

I live in a wonderful state of grace
You can tell by the look I wear on my face
I am quite spectacular as a teenager's mom
and a wife and soulmate to her dad,Tom.

I've bipolar disorder, the type NO 1.
The highs and the lows they aren't any fun.
To change your mood like your socks is a drag
But another thing goes along with this bag.

I can't explain the manner in which I excel.
There's nothing I can't do and always well.
From intellect and education I must be best.
Most creative and articulate of all the rest.


But this drive is sure to kill me some day.
Perfectionism is no standard to have to obey.
It's part of my disorder; a brain run amuck.
I appear oh so fit; but I'm just bipolar-struck!

by MJC
copyright May 2004