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Evening In Muskie Bay

I’m certainly not a film maker but I wanted to try my hand at uploading a video of my own making nonetheless.

Picture it. Muskie Bay, 2012. One of many small bays in a relatively small lake set in the middle of Wisconsin. The sun has gone down and the wetland music begins. In the background we hear the motor of Whitie going off for an evening of fishing on the other side of the lake. The silence of a peaceful respite is anything but silent, but calming just the same.

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I was under the impression that if I took some time away from the blog that I would return with abundant topics about which I could write, or at least show some photographs.  I’ve got nothing.  Nothing today, at least.

The holiday weekend was spent with a bunch of weirdos my family at our cottage in Wisconsin.  Along with some rainy weather we had lots of good food and plenty of laughs.  The place had not been overrun by bats or mice over the winter so poop patrol was unnecessary.  Yay!  I was hoping to cure my sleep deprivation, but that didn’t work out too well.  I also tried to make a video of the very impressive thunderstorm on Saturday night, but that didn’t work out either.  I did get a little video made of our beloved Muskie Bay with all its chirping frogs, but I can’t figure out how to move it from my smarty phone to YouTube.  Not much fell perfectly into place, which isn’t really great blog fodder.

While it’s true I had a lovely weekend I can’t prove it here.  I’ve got no pictures (or videos) to share, nor do I have any stories at this particular moment.  In fact, I shouldn’t even be posting this because it really amounts to nothing in the big, bloggy scheme of things.

Long and short of it ~ I’m here to say I’ve got nothing to say.  Don’t you just hate when that happens?

There was one disturbing discovery I made.  The guy who lives a couple cottages down from us is the spitting image of Bob from Twin Peaks.

Bob is loose in the woods of central Wisconsin.

With that I bid you good night.  Or good day, depending on when you read this.  Perhaps by the next time I post I’ll have something interesting to say, even if it’s only about the nightmares I’m bound to have about Bob lurking at the foot of my bed.  Until then remember, the owls are not what they seem.

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Thank you, internets.  Or more appropriately, all of you behind what I find on the internets.  I can always count on you.  The thing is, I was procrastinating, I was feeling overwhelmed, I was filled with electrifying jolts of anxiety and you all came through for me in a very weird act of bloggy synchronicity.

I’m still procrastinating, feeling overwhelmed, and filled with electrifying jolts of anxiety, but I found I’m not the only one. I’m not the freak I thought I was.

“Gooble gobble, gooble gobble, one of us. We accept her, we accept her. One of us. One of us.”

Misery loves company…and education and enlightenment.  I get them all with you.  I can rest easy knowing there are so many of you out there in the vastness of cyberspace who are going through the same things as I am, or have the answers on how to hurl myself out of this spiraling vortex of disaster.

“And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky”

In my frazzled glory I’m going to leave it all up to you this week.  I’ve got things to do, but I’ll be watching you in between the tasks and chores.  Have a marvy week.

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Let’s delve into my psyche today.  I wouldn’t ordinarily divulge my psychological idiosyncracies, but I’m so proud to have survived my latest shopping excursion I have to share with you all.

You see, shopping gives me a tremendous amount of anxiety.  I’m not sure why this is, but I avoid shopping as much as I can.  It’s completely against the female stereotype, but there it is.  I walk around in outdated clothes because new clothes are in stores (I loathe stores), and cost way more than I think they’re worth (I don’t want to be poor).  I get sweaty palms when I have to order up wax, fragrance oils and dyes for my candle production.  I curse myself when a pan or cooking utensil becomes unusable – replacement calls for a shopping trip.  You get the idea.

This past weekend I couldn’t put it off any longer.  A trip to a store (or two) was necessary.  Luckily Husby agreed to accompany me.  Without him I would have collapsed into a mass of indecision, paralyzed in the retail headlights, at the mercy of *gasp* a sales person.

Yep, after eighteen years of fine service the washer and dryer Husby bought before we were married finally began acting in a way that made us fear for our lives.  They had to be replaced, which meant shopping.  Big shopping.  This shopping was such a frightful thought to me I put off the task for two weeks before I decided my exploding dryer anxiety outweighed my shopping anxiety.

Surprisingly it was relatively painless, with Husby’s help.  We got a pretty fancy washer/dryer combo, and on sale to boot.  With the money we saved on that we threw all caution to the wind and got ourselves a new dehumidifier too.  Husby then rewarded my bravery with lunch at a nearby restaurant.  Food rewards are always well received.

All that’s left is the big delivery day and I can start doing laundry in a whole new way.  Apparently this new-fangled washer works without a center twisty agitator thing, which is gentler on clothes.  You know what that means?  Longer lasting clothes = less clothes shopping for me!  Yay!

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My blog is kind of a life-behind-the-scenes-of-a-craft-biz sort of blog. Isn’t it? Well, sort of. One thing I know for sure, it isn’t a Dr.-Phil-Fix-Your-Relationship blog. However, today I offer some relationship insight. Not from me, but from someone who really knows his stuff.

It’s also a little treat for the person I’ve built a relationship with, Husby. Today he turns…a year older. He may not need the relationship insights (after all I’ve been “teaching” him for nearly sixteen years) but he can always used a laugh.

Happy Birthday, Husby! You’re both handy and handsome!

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