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I spent a good part of the day buying supplies for my little crafting business.  To be specific, I had to buy boxes, bags, and wax.  Boxes and bags and wax, oh my!  Here’s the thing though – I hate shopping.

I might have mentioned this before, but if not I’ll tell you right now that I’m not completely “girl” because I don’t like to shop.  I get anxiety, especially when I have to shop AND save money.  I’m a defunct excuse for a female and was thrown into a tizzy.

There were two contender suppliers for boxes and bags, and two contenders for wax.  I fretted and toiled over which suppliers I should use.  This one saves me a bunch on product but charges a boatload for shipping.  This one is a universally trusted supplier and the other one is a new one for me.  The differences added to as little as $6 and as much as $15.

In the big picture, $15 (much less $6) doesn’t amount to much, even in a tiny business like mine.  Yet I couldn’t make a choice, for fear I’d be wrong.  For fear I’d lose.

Then it occurred to me…it just doesn’t matter.

I clicked “submit” for the boxes and bags supplier and got a purchase confirmation.  Then I did the same for my choice of wax suppliers and it was done.  Except I made a mistake with the wax.  I accidentally went with the 2nd choice supplier.  But you know what?  It just doesn’t matter.  It’s the same wax, just a cost difference.  I’ll still make a profit.  Not as big of a profit, but a profit nonetheless.  That that’s what matters.  I wasn’t wrong in my choice, just not completely right.  We’ll get ’em next time, Tripper.  Even though it just doesn’t matter.

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Game Date

Recently Husby and I had a game date.  We decided to relearn how to play backgammon and it came back to us pretty quickly.  I won two out of three games, mostly because Husby helped me.  He’s a better strategist where I’m happy just to be able to count spaces correctly.  Next time he’ll probably not be so generous with his advice.

When digging out the backgammon board he came across another game.  Made by Mattel in 1962…Musingo!  It was a childhood favorite of mine and I had forgotten that we stole it away from my parents’ collection of games, which games date back to the ’40s.

The game is very similar to bingo, except with the addition of an organ grinder and monkey.  As you roll the die you move your little plastic monkey around the board.  If he lands on a monkey, you get another shake of the die.  If he lands on the coin symbol you get a coin from the bank.  If he lands on the street organ symbol you get to put one of your coins in the monkey’s cup and play the music by cranking the lever on the side of the organ grinder.  When the tune is done playing, colored musical notes appear and those are the notes you can cover on your Musingo card.

It was a total blast from the past and made me feel like I was four years old again.  Luckily Husby won the game (which lasted all of ten minutes), and it was a good thing because he got whipped in backgammon.  I had to throw the poor guy a bone, right?

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My Own, Precious Room

One of the reasons I wanted to buy the house we live in now is because Husby and I could each have our own rooms.  He could have his office and I could have my very own room.  I didn’t have plans for my very own room, but to have one all to myself seemed so dreamy.  I called it The East Wing.

After sixteen years of living in this house I’ve enjoyed The East Wing a lot.  I decorated it the way I wanted and it was the perfect place to be all by myself if I wanted to be.  There was one problem – oftentimes I used my precious East Wing as a place to stash things.  Sometimes it got a little cluttered.

When I retired at the beginning of December I put three boxes and one grocery bag full of personals I had at the office in The East Wing.  When it became time to decorate the house for Christmas I put the everyday knick-knacks in The East Wing to make room for the holiday decorations.  Because of the mild autumn we had I didn’t rotate my summer and winter clothes until after I retired, so the tub full of summer clothes was also added to The East Wing.

The holiday season is so busy, and being newly retired I relished my newfound free time enough to waste it when I wasn’t planning parties, shopping, and wrapping presents.  Christmas came and I piled many of my Christmas presents in The East Wing.

This is what The East Wing turned out to be since my retirement…

Then came the day I was determined to clear it out.  “A place for everything and everything in its place,” as my dad used to say.  I wanted my room back.  I would conquer it no matter how long it took, despite the multitudes of dust bunnies I had to inhale.  The East Wing should not be a storage closet!  So to work I went.

What a marvelous and productive day it was!  This is how The East Wing turned out…

It’s ready to be my reading room, my writing room, my I-need-to-get-away-from-the-world room, just as it was meant to be.  The best thing about The East Wing?  It’s right across the hall from Husby’s office where he spends a lot of his time.  So close, but as far away as we want or need to be.

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Happy Birthday, Diggy

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.

Me & Diggy, circa 1968

 

 

 

 

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