huckers and stackers

When I was growing up, my mother always kept stacks of of stuff on the kitchen counters. She kept things on the logic that they might be useful one day and the carefully catalogued vertical pile was the organizational mechanism of choice.

Curiously, my first wife employed this same style of household storage with countless piles of stuff piled about the house. Ditto for wife now. There is no horizontal surface that does not feature items perched upon each other in groups of at least two.

I am not a stacker. I am a hucker. I would rather repurchase an item I have thrown out on the unlikley chance I'll need it again. Without the influence of a stacker in the house, my horizontal surfaces would be completely free of sequenced vertical organizational structures.

This leads me to the cruel irony that huckers and stackers tend to marry each other, and so each is forced to learn to reconcile their dipolarity.

The universe is not without a sense of humour.

I am, by the way, raising a daughter who is, not surprisingly, a stacker. She too will marry a hucker and will have the opportunities for personal growth that that offers.