Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Command Center!

OK, here it is. Since we moved into this house, I have been intending to have a "command center". A place where we could put keys and cell phones when we walked in the door. A place to put incoming and outgoing mail. A place where we can find a charger for our devices.

The basket holds incoming mail. Outgoing mail has a clothespin on the outside of the basket, to hold it up and in view.
The key holder Becky made at a VBS when she was in grade school is on the side of the shelf,and down between the desk and the shelf is a power strip so that multiple devices may be plugged in.

Do you see the keys in the bowl? The bowl is an antique that had been my step-Grandmother Ruby's. The keys are in it, because Mr C doesn't trust hanging keys on the key holder hooks. He is afraid they could fall down and be lost in the nether. It is far more likely they would land point down in the power strip, causing a nasty shock. Or a short. Or a fire... Oh wait, there I go with my worst case scenarios. Sorry.

I certainly hope to have no more repeats of this morning... First of all Mr C couldn't find his coat. A very specific work coat. For some reason it wasn't hanging up in the coat closet. Nor was it tossed on the back of the couch. Or across a chair. Or on the bed.  Or any other likely place one would expect to find ones coat. Especially since we have a COAT CLOSET and I am adamant about people hanging up their coats!
I asked if perhaps he had left it in Sam's truck? We had driven Sam's vehicle yesterday, based on other vehicles blocking the truck in when it was time for Sam to go to work. (It had also snowed during the night, and I felt safer with Sam in a rear wheel drive car, than in the truck. Especially since Mr C had lots of fun scaring the bejeebers out of me sliding the truck around on the roads when we did go to get groceries!)
Tom said he didn't see his coat in Sam's truck, and with no time left to search, reluctantly put on a different coat. Moments later he was back inside... he HAD found his coat, in the back of the seat of the truck. (His second choice coat was tossed onto the couch as he left.)
 So, Sam is preparing to leave for work, with school tonight. A long day ahead of him... where are his truck keys? Tom couldn't remember where he had left them. The second crisis of the morning was escalating, as we looked the house over and over again. I suggested perhaps they had been left in the truck? Sam was horrified at the thought, and took the car keys out to start warming the car. Dan woke up, and I warned him that the keys being found was about to become HIS problem... so he began to search as well.
Sam decided to grab a juice from behind the seat of his truck, to take with him. (He keeps a supply there for work and school.) And there he found his keys. He was able to take his still cold and frosted over truck to work. HOW Tom mislaid the keys there is a mystery.

But now... the Command Center is put together. Nicely organized. Room to lay out those things that need to be remembered when leaving the house. I just have to train three guys to put their stuff there so it won't be mislaid!

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