An argument for not putting things tidily away in cupboards and drawers.

Son: Have you seen the clamp?
Me: You mean the thing that holds things together?

Son (rolls his eyes): Yes, the metal thing, the bar clamp. Two jaws that screw together. (Holds up hands to demonstrate.)

Me: I know I’ve seen it somewhere…

Son: I used it last winter. There are a hundred places where it could be in the garage.

Me: Have you checked the laundry room? On top of the dryer?

Clomp, clomp, clomp down the stairs.

Son: It’s here.

Sherry's mind-map

                              Mind like a squirrel. Remembers where the nuts are buried.

 Hard to believe, but I've been bored with blogging, using my writing time for poetry instead. While most of my publications are in print, I've a few online, including one in which the title's layout accuses me of kidnapping.