When people visit me, they remark on my living space as being open and free of clutter; peaceful, easy to move around.  Yeap! that is the only way I can function; a reaction to whom I live with.  My husband of 58 years, seldom puts anything away.  His interests, --photography, astronomy, computers, printers, ham radio -- bring into the home, lots of cameras and derivatives,  telescopes, radio antennae, books/magazines, wires and more wires. The default place is the master bedroom.  The walk-in closet is full of backpacks, hiking boots/shoes, clothes and bags for every occasion. This scene repeats itself in his non-attached "casita" where he has a large darkroom, --housing more cameras, enlarger, and printing materials, a workshop with hand and power tools (a mini Sears tool department), a full-blown ham radio station with computers, and an electronic testing equipment corner. I keep him from using my kitchen counters, eating areas, and living room --but his sandals and walking shoes are found under the coffee table, more often than not.  My sleeping quarters are separate from his, --austere, and peaceful.   I keep an orderly office/hobby space, and every morning I touch on the living/dining room areas and bathrooms.  I don't bother his things, he does not bother mine.  I clean common areas, he cleans his areas. We have kept this arrangement throughout our long relationship.  Accepting each other's idiosyncrasies and setting limits at the beginning, has made things easier.

When people visit me, they remark on my living space as being open and free of clutter; peaceful, easy to move around.  Yeap! that is the only way I can function; a reaction to whom I live with.  My husband of 58 years, seldom puts anything away.  His interests, --photography, astronomy, computers, printers, ham radio -- bring into the home, lots of cameras and derivatives,  telescopes, radio antennae, books/magazines, wires and more wires. The default place is the master bedroom.  The walk-in closet is full of backpacks, hiking boots/shoes, clothes and bags for every occasion. This scene repeats itself in his non-attached "casita" where he has a large darkroom, --housing more cameras, enlarger, and printing materials, a workshop with hand and power tools (a mini Sears tool department), a full-blown ham radio station with computers, and an electronic testing equipment corner. I keep him from using my kitchen counters, eating areas, and living room --but his sandals and walking shoes are found under the coffee table, more often than not.  My sleeping quarters are separate from his, --austere, and peaceful.   I keep an orderly office/hobby space, and every morning I touch on the living/dining room areas and bathrooms.  I don't bother his things, he does not bother mine.  I clean common areas, he cleans his areas. We have kept this arrangement throughout our long relationship.  Accepting each other's idiosyncrasies and setting limits at the beginning, has made things easier.

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