Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Priorities

Why is it that if the fate of the world lay in the balance, able to be saved by the mere act of throwing away an apple core in the garbage Will would drop the core on the ground without a care?  Why is he seemingly unable to throw away apple cores, banana peels, empty bags of cereal, chips or marshmallows yet is as likely to throw a fork away as to leave it on the table?

Autism, I have to admit, this is what makes me want to slap you!  I don’t care about a lot of physical things, as evidenced by my almost exclusive ten year history of clothes shopping at Target, the fact that I have four children and use to cut my own hair.  But autism, I hate cheap silverware.  It bends.  It doesn’t weigh enough.  It just doesn’t feel right.  Autism, I had a set of 24 and now I only have seven knives left!  Yes, yes I know I should occasionally look through the garbage.  It would be like having a smelly Christmas once a day.  But I spent 36 years not looking through the garbage and if my history is any guide it will take me over twenty years before I even start to look through it once a week.

Tonight I needed the paddle for my breadmaker.  I looked and looked and looked but couldn’t find it and was getting frustrated when I had the thought … “it’s in the garbage.”  I looked.  It wasn’t in it but I found a bowl.  So I went to the garage and sure enough, it was there.

I also have been missing the recipe booklet that came with the breadmaker and I suspect it’s in the garbage too.  But I didn’t look for it.  The garbage can keep it.  And I’m beginning to suspect Will threw away the cordless phone that has been tying up my phone line for three days.

2 comments:

Accidental Expert said...

We have the same exact problem with silverware. Come to think of it, we've been missing a lot of other things lately. Hmmm...

Papa Bear said...

GL used to collect papers. Any paper that was not nailed down was his. Any paper that he could tear off or pry up wasn't nailed down. He would carry his papers around for a few days, then stuff them in his dresser and throw a fit if anyone tried to throw them out or reclaim them, shouting that we were taking or throwing away all his possessions. When he was done with a paper, he would throw it away. Sometimes he would claim a paper from my desk and walk directly to the trash with it. After all, it was his. Made it rather difficult to pay the bills.

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