When I was growing up, I used to hear stories about my grandfather’s need of having things sorted in an often peculiar way. He would line up items on the fireplace mantel with the edge of the mantel and if items were placed too far back, he would raise his eyebrows in jest at my grandmother. Other examples exist, and if the term ‘OCD’ existed in his time, he might have been a possible candidate to earn that title. My granddad’s legacy? I inherited some of his peculiar ways. He was the king of his fireplace mantel. I am the queen of my kitchen cupboards. When I see that things have moved in my absence, I go on the lookout for explanations.