Eskewpades

  Tuesday March 4, 2025 Untwisting Clutter-Minded Madness By Steve Eskew Panic! Panic! Panic!  Where’s my phone? Where’s the TV remote? Where the devil did I hide my inflatable woman? Has anyone seen my hearing aid? Where’s Waldo? With my feet firmly planted in mid-air, my insufferable routine of misplacing items never fails to flop me into slapstick rage. And please don’t blame these silly fits of fury on “senior moments.” In my 20s, I used to grunt and grapple with myself a dozen times before breakfast:  “Where did you put it, you dizzy ninny? It’s indispensable!”  (as indispensable as the only draft of my thesis could be). However, years before I turned 19, I swear I had been the crowned geek of structure and control, a pompous mathlete who never misplaced so much as a digit. Credit that discipline to obsessive-compulsive disorder.   Ah, but age 19 promptly launched the onslaught of a more chaotic disorder — bipolar, aka the scatterbrain menace. Pri...