Reorder

You would think I was used to it after 22 blissful years of marriage. The kitchen has been changed around again. The cups have moved and the paper goods are nowhere to be found. Luckily the glasses and the stove are still in the same place, and it's very hard to move the sink. Now you must understand that for the first 18 years of my life, I lived in a house where nothing changed. The plates were always in the same place, the Pesach stuff lived in the cupboards by the door near the extra freezer with the bars of Cadbury's chocolate, the scissors were always in the second drawer of the dentist cabinet. Things were in the same place probably for 20 years before I was born. It's not a big thing, but it got me thinking.

Maybe the ADD that runs rife in this family is really just a striving for perfection. Things constantly get reordered in the hope that the perfect configuration is out there, and should you find it - "bingo" (much like finding the seven letter word to score a perfect bingo in scrabble). I realized, us NNADD people (not-necessarily ADD), live with the sub-optimal, and find comfort in the fact that things don't change. So even though the knives and forks are not as near the plates as they could be, at least they are always in the same place.

O.K. so this constant moving of the cheese is really just a push for perfection. It's sort of like infinitely shuffling the cards in a deck, at some point they will all be in order. I just hope we'll recognize perfection when we see it. But, then maybe the shuffling's the thing.

Oh yeah, and go read bwo's blog.