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Oui Oui Wednesday

It’s that Christmas time of year, and in the midst of baking sweet and spicy concoctions, decking the halls, and going about my Auntie B’s Wax-ness I like to listen to things via that awesome thing called the internet, mostly YouTube and Pandora.  I just plug myself in and go to town.

The other day I had a song in my head from a Christmas special from my past.  It goes something like this…

We’re going home for the holidays
By train, by bus, by car
We’re going home for the holidays
We’re traveling oh so far…

The song is part of the soundtrack to Madeline’s Christmas.  I searched YouTube and found it without difficulty and couldn’t have been more thrilled.  I listened to it while pouring candles, then watched it on video for fun.  The songs of the video are now embedded in my head, and I couldn’t be more delighted.

Madeline is a seven-year-old girl living in a Catholic boarding school in France.  She has many adventures via books, film and television, but the Christmas special is one that captures my heart.

The sweet voices of little French girls, the colorful illustrations…it’s a simple story of Christmas cheer that fills my heart with joy.

Madam Marie sings a sweet song we should all remember…

Never give up on wishes
When you are sad or blue
Wish a wish right from your heart
And it just might come true

Never give up on wishes
Wish for the moon or sky
A wish is a dream that’s wide awake
Come now! Give it a try

Give this video of Madeline a try.  I’m so happy I found it, and it fills me with the Christmas spirit.

We’re staying in for the holidays
And those we love are near
We’re staying in for the holidays
We wished and now they’re here

We’re staying in for the holidays
We’re happy as can be
‘Cause there’s no other time like the holidays
To be with family

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Remember the days when you could survive with little or no sleep?  When staying up until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning didn’t faze you enough to prevent you from taking care of business the next day?  Once I got into my thirties I couldn’t handle the late nights as well.

That’s kind of when my intense longing to retire came about.  I thought to myself, when I retire I can keep any hours I want and not have to go to work the next day! 

I trudged through a couple more decades working the day job, tending to the virtual paper chain I’d created to count down to retirement.  I still had nights when I couldn’t sleep, but they were mostly due to hormones rather than partaking in fun.

Finally, at long last, I was able to retire at a relatively early age and I jumped into it saying, Yay!  Now I can set my own schedule, be awake when I’m awake and sleep when I’m sleepy without having to answer to anyone!

I found out soon enough that answering to someone else wasn’t the problem.  It’s the staying up all night.  I just can’t do it without suffering severe consequences the next day whether I have to answer to someone or not.  I’m not fond of shuffling around the house like a zombie, having no appetite, shaking like a leaf because I’ve been so high-strung for hours and hours.

However, sometimes the ends justify the means.  This is to say that when I’m up all night I get things done.  Quiet things as not to disturb the peacefully sleeping Husby.  That mostly involves my retreating to Craftland armed with loads to do and something plugged into my ears for entertainment.

The clock says 2:45 a.m., but I was actually productive until around 5:00 a.m.

Yeah, it took me a day and a half to recover, but boy did I get some things done, and had loads of fun doing them!  Mostly because I was plugged into Pandora, which played the music I used to listen to when I could stay up all night and not suffer consequences.

So, while Amadeus was rocking me I was having a wonderful time getting things done…and dancing!

Dancing With Myself (Another favorite song and pastime of mine.)

Oh yeah, the stuff I got done?

Lots and lots of candles!

I wouldn’t recommend all-nighters if you can help it, but take advantage of them if they crop up in your life.  There’s plenty of time to act like an old lady/man the next day.  And the day after.

 

 

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Ok, just one more post about the Minnesota State Fair.  Didn’t I say I’m usually in “fair mode” until at least a week after Labor Day, the day the fair ends?  Yes, yes I did.  Still in it, I guess.

Husby and I sat in on a free concert at the Ramberg Center (formerly known as the Ramberg Senior Center) at the fair to hear one of our all-time favorite bands, Jack Knife and the Sharps.  As we’ve been going to the fair for a hundred years we can’t shake the “senior” out of the Ramberg Center building name.  Interestingly, the gigs going on there are much to our liking.  Am I now a senior?  Has the Ramberg Center begun catering to other than seniors (aka people of my age)?  All I know is the room was lined with white, wooden rocking chairs and Husby and I sat in two of them instead of the other park bench style other seating, waiting to hear one rockin’ band.

Jack Knife and the Sharps. Too bad that guy’s big head is in the shot. I did the best I could.

This three-piece band is as good as ever.  Members have changed a bit over the years, but Ric Hollinger, lead, has been a constant for decades.  He’s a boss.

Then, all of a sudden between songs some guy comes walking up the center aisle shouting about how great the band is.  He looked so familiar.  And why wouldn’t he?  He’s a Hollywood star.  Chris Mulkey.  Don’t know him?  Check out the photo and you’ll probably recognize him.

Chris Mulkey. That guy you instantly recognize but can’t quite place him. He’s usually a bad guy in the movies.

So Chris comes walking up the aisle and the band invites him to play.  Come to find out Chris has (or had) a band himself.  He’s a great musician as well as a great actor and producer.  Oh what I wouldn’t do for so much talent.

Once we figured out who he was I had to take some pictures.   Chris was great and was backed up by The Sharps fabulously.

Close to the end of his song he said through the mic that his the guitar was silent, and it was.  Amplifier malfunction!  Chris kept singing as Ric tried to reconnect the amp to the guitar with no success.  The set thus ended.

 

Ric, gets up to the mic and says, “we have another amp in the truck.  You know what that rhymes with…”  The set was cut a little short, but was fabulous despite the technical difficulties.  Chris played the room and shook some hands in the audience and disappeared into the crowd outside the building.

Yay for the Ramberg (Senior) Center for booking Jack Knife and the Sharps.  The band is wonderful as ever, and having a special Hollywood guest star was an extra treat.

Did you see Chris Mulkey wandering around at the Minnesota State Fair this year?

Here’s a little taste of Jack Knife and the Sharps…

 

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Windy

It’s peaceful and calm here at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters.  There’s been no damage done.  For a minute there (hours?/days?) I was actually kind of scared.

For nearly three days straight we had winds that would knock your sock off, if you were brave enough to go outside that is.  I don’t mean wind, I mean WIND.  Three days of regular winds that registered at least twenty miles per hour with gusts up to fifty miles per hour or more.  Seemed like more to me, especially when I was unable to relax in the bathtub for all the roaring outside, as well as stuff flying around and hitting the side of the house.

For three days I was on heightened alert for broken windows and a torn off roof.   I’ve never experience such unrelenting wind.  WIND.  It was almost like a nonstop tornado, except it wasn’t twirly and I didn’t see any witches flying around in the gusts, nor did I get whisked away to Oz.

But there was this…

Sticks

 

Branches

 

Sticks and Branches

 

Thankfully the Headquarters is intact.  There will be much clean-up outside, but I’ll leave most of that chore to Husby as 1) he loves chores and 2) he wants to play with his chainsaw.

Speaking of Husby and the past few days of ferocious winds, I’d like to present a somewhat delightful yet weird video.  The song was sung by Husby’s class in grade school, and to this day he performs it for me when appropriate (lately for sure) along with a very creative interpretive dance.  The man in the video is definitely not Husby, but a man with equal vivaciousness for life.  Enjoy!

 

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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

[Spoken:]
Friction lock – set. Mixture – rich. Propellers – fully forward. Flaps – set – 10 degree. Engine gauges and suction – check
Mixture set to maximum percent – recheck
Flight instruments…
Altimeters – check both
(garbled word) – on
Navigation lights – on
Strobes – on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It’s to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it…

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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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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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.

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