Non-inherited Tendencies

Non-inherited Tendencies

I am forty-three years old. Why is it that my mother still feels it is her purpose in life to educate me?

She stands in front of the junk drawer in my kitchen, “There is no excuse for anyone to have a drawer like this in their house,” she says. With one finger, she rifles through the drawer, moving a pair of pliers closer to fifty peso bills for the water vendor  that are piled to its left, sending loose screws rolling across the bottom of the drawer.

I reach around her to hand her the pair of scissors she seeks. Then, once again, I careen into the precipice of self-doubt. Surely, others less-perfect than my mother have drawers such as this one.

My qualms deteriorate as I readjust my thoughts to coincide with the actual world, but as I restate mentally and silently my oft-repeated mantra. “What the eyes don’t see doesn’t matter,” my mother, briskly and methodically, starts arranging the drawer. 

 

Word prompts for today are What the eyes don’t see doesn’t matter, deteriorate, educate and precipice.

12 thoughts on “Non-inherited Tendencies

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Aha. We are organizational siblings. I have one in my studio as well..where I put all the leavings of work I’ve finished..I’ve been meaning to tackle it for 5 years. Actually, it has grown into two drawers.

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  1. SAM VOELKER

    You must have been watching, I have been trying to organize my various drawers this morning. But I inherited the messy drawer syndrome from my mother. I once found a large bag of egg shells in her kitchen cabinet. Long story.
    My main problem comes from Maria, my maid, who puts anything, anywhere, into the nearest drawer~! Keeps me alert looking for things though. And who am I to talk, I am just not neat~!

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I have been dealing with the contents of the houses of three friends who died within the past year, therefore dealing with massive amounts of things. Since we are getting their house and casita ready to sell, I removed a number of things to send to their families or just keep safe as most things can’t be sent. I had recently moved most things back from my house and car trunk and back seat to a secure room in their basement and sent a package each off to each of two families, but then found a huge storage container Yolanda had stuffed under a table and covered with a tablecloth. Back to the drawing board…or DHL, as the present case is.

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      1. SAM VOELKER

        Oh I am having a similar problem today…. I have a house guest coming next week and need to get the guest bedroom cleaned out. She is a newspaper editor and will be working online in there, as it also doubles as an office~! But you know things not being used always end up in that space. The closet was crammed with old cloths and computer things, along with three filing cabinets with papers from the time of Adam n Eve. I added a work station for her and now I have my work station, two printers and various other “stuff”//// What do you do with all of this stuff~? A friend advised that I get one of those huge trash containers that they drop into your yard and just throw stuff in it…. Decisions, decisions~! That photo you posted is neat in comparison to my favorite drawers. But I do have at least three of all tools etc because when I can’t find something I go out and buy another to replace it. Bad habit~!

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          Must admit, I have sorta organized but it was the junkiest drawer since the event described in the poem, which is only semi-autobiographical. My mother would never have objected to my junk drawer as I was the one who used to organize all the drawers in my family, but someone did once make the comment I mention about that selfsame drawer before there was any organization at all in it. No names mentioned. I had to photograph, except for my studio junk drawer which would have been overkill.

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