Today is February 4th. Today is also Diggy’s birthday. For those of you who don’t know, Diggy came into my life when I was five years old and left it when I was forty-four. He would have been forty-nine today if he had stayed around, but apparently he had somewhere else to be. I’m pretty sure he’s fishing with his Grandpa Mike on some days, and on others he’s probably busy haunting people. Or maybe he’s part of the welcoming committee for the likes of David Bowie and Glenn Frey. Or maybe…oh, I can’t even imagine, or maybe I imagine too much.
I’m a bona fide member of the Dead Sibling Club, and I know I’m in good, albeit sad, company. If you don’t belong to the club you might be in even better company because you still have all of your siblings. If you do belong, you totally get the heart-breaking entrance requirements.
Happy Birthday, Diggy. You live on in so many ways, and yet we miss seeing you. We toast you at occasions and write dumb blog posts with you as the star. No words can bring you back, no wishing with all of my might can either. But even though I can’t see you you’re still a part of my life. Without you I would have been a completely different person. Without me you would have had to put up with way less crap. What are big sisters for?
I don’t know whether to wish Diggy “Rest In Peace” or “Forge On,” but I’m leaning toward the latter. Forge on, Diggy, and spread your Diggy-ness wherever you are. Say “hi” to Grandpa Mike for me on your next fishing trip.
This morning I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and my first thought was, “Oh my gosh, I’m late! I’ll have to call in and request some vacation time, maybe two hours.” Then I realized I don’t have to report to anyone anymore. The day job is nonexistent. So I flipped my pillow, turned to my other side and lay there thinking of the dreams I’d just had. Of course while trying to recollect those dreams I fell asleep and had yet another dream. Dreamy mornings are the best.
After some additional slumber I finally got out of bed and started my day. Craftland needed so much help, so I restocked the shelves with product that was still packed in tubs from the last show I did in…November. Ack! After a few hours the product was back on the shelves and the tubs were put away – Craftland was once again fit for production, and so I commenced producing for a few more hours.
At the end of the day I was grateful for not having to use vacation time at the day job, but mostly for the freedom to spend my time doing things that mean something to me. Retirement is sinking in, and I’m loving it.
Creative time. Tax time. Time to make those computers and printers work for what they cost.
I’ve been working on a big drop-off for The Farmer’s Daughter. I’ve got dozens of magnets and dozens of candles for the owners to stock their shelves. I’m in the home stretch, ready to send an e-mail to the owners telling them I’ll be coming by tomorrow with the motherload of product.
Oops, I ran out of burning instruction labels, and I also misspelled Patchouli on the front candle labels. No worries, I’ll just print some more. Except all of a sudden my laptop doesn’t recognize my printer.
Hello, I introduced you two years ago. Why do you ignore each other? Did one of you do something to make the other angry?
I’m not angry at either of you. I love you, my darling laptop, and you, my trusty printer. In the threesome we have going here I’d say you, Printer, are causing the most trouble. I need you, trusty printer! Forget about whatever gripes you have with the laptop. Perform for me! I’m the one you love! I’m the one who needs you!
I tried to stay calm and be understanding. I clicked everything I could to help the printer along, but to no avail. The stubborn little booger wouldn’t budge. There will be no printing tonight. There will be no product drop-off at the store tomorrow.
Do you ever find yourself in a situation and the perfect song comes into your head to reflect that moment? It happens to me all the time. When I realized my printer wasn’t going to help me my mind starting singing a song from 1979. It’s like I was trying to get my printer to feel sorry for me and work for me, via telekinesis.
Printer, you left me, just when I needed you most. Please come back.