I love my daughter, I really do but there are times I’d like to hang her by her thumbs. She was a typical slob teenager then she moved out and became an OCD neat freak

That lasted nearly a decade when she adopted a baby. Things slipped a bit then but not badly. She was working long periods without days off and bringing the baby out to me to watch on weekends so she could get more sleep

Then her fathers condition worsened and she moved back home. And her OCD kicked in at the oddest times. If I were going to fix an Asian or Indian dinner my woks would be gone and I’d have to search for them and she had often reorganized my spices or moved them to a completely new place

She never tells me that she has moved things or where so I have to go on a treasure hunt. I often find interesting things but not always what I was looking for. As last resort I call and hope she remembers where she put it

So now I am building a cabin. The weather has been terrible but we are supposed to have a week of good weather so I’m hoping to kick ass, once I figure out where she’d moved all the tools to, yip hanging her by her thumbs sounds good

    Georgia Mrkvicka Westphal

    Written by

    Im 73, a widow. I live in “rural” Alaska. We are off grid and that does not stop me from being opionuated