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Larry the Worrywort (Jeanne)

I'm trying to declutter my office and life. This scrap of paper has the list of things that was on my dad's radar in 2015. I liked to write down the things that he ranted about and say, "Which thing is most important to you? What would you like me to work on?"

 

As I told Ann, worrying was his hobby. She tried to fix all his issues, but he was really good at finding things to be upset about! 

 

Getting the garage floor replaced was a big one. It was old and cracked. The unevenness made it a trip hazard. It took me two days to clear everything off the floor! The guy did a nice job. 

There were a lot of things we didn't get to . . . but the list is now in my recycling. And memorialized here.

I also had a "Happy Holidays" money envelope with this. My dad loved to say he did all his Christmas shopping in one place and no one wanted to return it! He'd go to the bank and withdraw money. Getting those little envelopes was a predictable (but delightful) gift each December. He was right - all his shopping done within fifteen minutes and everyone was happy to accept it.
 

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