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I Found The Keurig Coffee Machine In The Dining Room This Morning
My husband strikes again
Yesterday, the coffee pot was where I expected to find it, in our kitchen, ready for my 6 am cup of strong, black coffee. Not today.
My husband loves to rearrange our furniture. Sigh. The raccoons benefited from his last arrangement.
Some aesthetic sense within my husband abhors sameness. He enjoys upheaval, strangeness, and new patterns to existing arrangements. This desire encompasses our living quarters, including the contents of all cabinets, our deck and everything in our yard.
The day he rearranged my bedroom was not appreciated. He didn’t appreciate my displeasure.
He also needs to turn on lights even when not necessary, as in the middle of a sunny day. I prefer to navigate through the familiar confines of our house without lights. I am comfortable roaming through the dark hallways and rooms, some with a motion-detection nightlight. He is not. I am comfortable and confident roaming through our dark house until the day rolls around when my husband rearranges. Until I adjust to the new placements of chairs, lamps, rugs, trash cans, and tables, and find the coffee machine, and the cat food, life is hell, even with the lights reluctantly turned on. During the readjustment period, my body…
