don't scare me like that

Dad died when I was 17. He was 40.

Dad is eccentric in a loveable way and cool and funny in his special way :),
he has an inclination for complications (like falling for a married woman... or falling for my mother 30+ years ago)
and sometimes I have to mediate between him and my younger sisters
(who are less patient with him...)
currently he is way overworked (7 day week) and that worries me.
He has scarcely any time for his beloved hobbies and actually for living,
plus he has a history of stress-induced illnesses (heart, stomach).
It made me happy when he recently started to think about switching to part-time.

New question of the day....

Where do you put that thing that has no place to go but you can't throw it away, and what is it?

It's in my son's room, and it's probably the best drawing I ever did.

the many things fitting that description are still sitting in mover's boxes and cannot be unpacked until the riddle of where to put them is solved.

one such thing is the heart-shaped box full of stickers that i intend to send to my 4 year old niece as soon as i can get my head on straight and find a suitably sized shipping box and make it to the post office.

A stress ball shaped like a brain, and it migrates between my desk and a shelf.

are you kidding me??

my apartment is filled with these things. i usually keep them on the dinner table and on the floor if the dinner table has at least 3 layers of stuff.

i have bought cupboards recently but i can't figure out what to put in there and how to arrange it.

I rent warehouse space :)

Half of my stuff matches this definition. I put these things anywhere I can find aan empty space: on the floor, under the bed...

I have a 3D picture postcard of Jesus, still in its plastic wrapper, lying on my shelf. I found it on the street the other night and was mesmerized by the 3D animation. I don't want to put it up on the wall, but i can't bring myself to throw it away either.

Why has my tuxedo cat, heretofore a doting mom to her nearly 2 year old son, taken to waiting for him to walk by to attack him savagely, knocking him down and sometimes drawing blood, and all in all making him Mr Twitchy in her presence, who was always a willing groomer and sharer of spots of sun?

^^i have 2 of those, one jesus in a pink flower frame and one that changes from jesus to the shroud if you move it.. they curl up after a while.. (keep em flat or framed, don't keep them on your dinner table;))

Don't throw it out, T, give it to me when I see you next week - I'll give it a good home right next to the heart-shaped frosted cornflake I keep in a ziplock clipped to the Holy Madonna calendar beside the wooden Jesus statue from Venezuela that lives on top of my refrigerator.

Marcus, the mama cat is hurt that her son pretends not to be related to her anymore and when she takes him to the mall, he walks ahead of her .

Distributed all over my flat.... without these things my flat would be too empty :)