Plus - as my therapist said to me, back when I was working with one, the wonderful thing about the ADD mind is that it can see all the possibilities in something.

Oh, yes. This has actually hampered me more in creative projects than in anything else. I want to get ALL the possibilities in there, and have trouble narrowing it down.

"spit sock"

Oh, that one works for a non-swearing person like me.

Teppy, I hope you achieved restful sleep and wake headache free. Yes, I totally agree that pics from the past are normal, but nude pics need to go. For lots of reasons.

I just moved recently so I took the opportunity to weed through my massive trunk of memorabilia. Dumped almost 3/4 of it. Gone huge stacks of playbills, kept ticket stubs. Gone undated cards received, kept a few handwritten letters. It is my morbid nature that I don't want my family, in particular DH, to have to go through my stuff when I am gone. Next time I may label stacks to indicate it is to be tossed as stuff only I would care about.

Health~ma for Drew.

{{Seska}}

meara, that sounds so beautiful.

I'm enjoying the kayaking up here, but I don't know if I will be strong enough to go on the inter-coastal waterway at home.

Wow, nattery for so little coffee in my system.

Liese, have you considered inflatable kayaks? My dad has one of these and I got to try it out the other day. It handles surprisingly well, but you don't need a rack to carry it, it folds into a suitcase shape that you can just throw in the trunk.

the wonderful thing about the ADD mind is that it can see all the possibilities in something. The hard part is being able to focus on winnowing out the choices down to a reasonable point. So it takes a heck of a lot of practice for someone with ADD to successfully declutter - because it really is a big challenge to go from "I can make something out of that/fix that/clean it up" to "screw it, I know I will never actually get around to it". Plus the call of "But I might need that some day" is a siren song for us, almost as powerful as it is for Depression era babies.

Oh, yeah. You described The Boy perfectly. I mean -- oscilloscope in the attic. You never know when you might need an oscilloscope.

Migraine still hanging on. I think if I stab my cheekbone just right, it will let the demons and elephants out.

You never know when you might need an oscilloscope.

Daniel claims to have a printing press somewhere (at his mom's house I think), in case of technopocalyse. (Not entirely certain how we would get to it, though. (Or maybe it's actually buried in the basement here.) Thankfully he has resisted the urge to acquire the occasional anvils he finds at yard sales.

Without Christopher, I'd end up on an episode of Hoarders or American Pickers.

I'm not terrible, but it's taken me a lot of years to get better about cleaning things out and tossing them. I maintain that ND is much worse than I am, though!

Check out this collection of vintage cheongsams (aka, qipao).

From the museum exhibit.

Perusing these, I realize that I'm mentally imagining each of them on Aimee. If Aimee doesn't have a cheongsam, she probably should.

Dang. Yet another cool exhibit I was not able to see before moving.