I can't remember when I first noticed older women's obsession about paying with correct change. But I do remember making a mental note to either avoid getting into a line behind such an old dear or to be extremely patient when I did. And now I seem to be that, ahem, not-quite-so-old dear. When did it become so important to me to micro-manage my coins? When I was younger and had to use the laundromat, I hoarded quarters and dimes. Or lived in different places traveling on tollways, I was happy to grow my stash. (Except pennies. Can we all just agree that, charming though they are, pennies need to go away?) But those days are gone along with pay phones. So now, I can't get rid of coins fast enough. Have I become so weak in my advancing years that I can't handle being weighed down by metal currency? I don't think so. I think they're just another form of clutter I find it difficult to live with. And while we're on the topic of managing minutiae, compartmentalizing clutter, let me confess , to that end, I have also recently purchased...a pill organizer. Now I'm not near the critical mass my parents manage, along with memories worse than mine (if that's even possible). Like many my age I have some maintenance medications along with vitamins, allergy meds, those baby aspirin doctors like to suggest we take, etc. And in my apparently very busy life, opening all those bottle caps is just cramping my style. So I've begun using the pill organizer. Now, I only have to uncap all those bottles weekly rather than daily - some of them twice. A quick dump into the palm of my hand and bam! Done and out the door. Or off to bed. Whatever busy activity (dreaming about my next concession to old fartdom?) I have lined up. Actually, let's not think of it as being an old fart. Let's just call it streamlined living.
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