What I love about Monday.

I use to hate Monday. The procrastinator in me, refined to an art, as I developed a proficiency that only grew as I grew. Monday meat fudging the weekly reports while sitting at the desk Monday, making copies of past weeklies and using the white out bottle like an artist uses a unique human hair brush to make up a week full of extraordinary calls and accomplishments. The truth being I could be extraordinary without all the BS calling on accounts. But to tell the truth, it was nerve wracking.

When I left this particular area to take a job in anther state with the same company I was given as a gift a bottle of white out. Now, there was anther reason white out was a perfectly appropriate gift because of the wreck the"boy" Brian and I had at the Blue Grass Fair where Brian tried to hide the evidence with a bottle of white out. Did not work.

It was only much later the light bulb went on and I realized I actually has fooled no one with my weekly reports!

I love Mondays because I no longer wake up the that nagging dread of heading to work (a job I truly loved) unprepared.

What I Love About Friday

The New York Times is delivered on the week end. When I wake up on Friday morning I know it will be in my driveway bringing the world to me including the movie reviews and the op-ed pages, the national news, and the politics of the day, i.e. the latest outrage.

Not that I read it all the time because of the circumstances that vary the cause being three dogs, a diabetic cat, a husband with MCI (beginning of Alzheimer) , my depression, and my addiction to Facebook groups, Reddit, and on line auctions, and quite recently my devotion to Mercari. Lets not forget about my major escape mechanism, reading books voraciously. I have slowed down recently, this month, because of my new addiction to reselling.

I also love Fridays because it has been ingrained in me during my entire working life (once I graduated from pink collar ball and chain, bar tending etc) and with my hot sweaty BSBA I began a living wage career. Friday was the best. Everyone in a good mood knowing freedom was 9 hours away and in the case of the Beverage Co 10 hours away.

Friday meant going to bed early because a whole week of 530 am wake up calls to be up and out at 7am was a killer. When I was informed this was the norm when I was hired I began laughing and he laughed with me. "Sometimes earlier!". Oh hell, he was series as a heart attack.

Since retirement Friday means the New York Times.  It doesn't seem like much, but its something for this old Baby Boomer to jump out of bed with a song in her heart.

Holy S****

OMG OMG

For some unknown reason the Blog God's have smiled on me and I am able to post again!!! Praise the Lord!!! Don't know how it happened but I am not going to squander this gift.

I was looking over some of my old posts and visiting some of the journals I use to read and interact with. First, some of my old posts are very interesting and as is the case at times, sometimes, when I read something I have written I think, Not Bad. Second, so many of the blogs I am prohibited from reading (invited only) or the bloggers have stopped and ther web pages are gone. Sad.

Well, where to begin.

We went to Florida for two and a half years. I spent a small fortune traveling back and forth from "Paradise" to our Hoosier outpost for  a variety of reasons. Funerals, weddings, to check on the house, to bail someone out of jail, to attend parties, to license the car, to voted, to attend family business, and on and on, and so forth and so forth, etc. etc. etc.

This is like putting on a nice worn in pair of slippers. I'm savoring the experience and now that I'm back in I'll give it my all. I found that when I am writing I am living life in a different version of life. One that makes me view the world around me as fodder . It's better for me. This blog. This little 40 acres and a mule.


I think this in my examining of a life. I want it worth living.

Update: big mistake as it did not allow me back on JAHG. Stuck here.

Muller & Muller Hat Company

I have a new passion and thy name is resale. I have tooled around with Ebay before, but I don't like it much. I've had very rude people and I just do not want to deal with that. Then I found Mercari. I think I read an article online and I tried it without much success, but here I am again giving it another shot because after all, what else do I have to do.

A lot has happened since I last opened up this memoir (of sorts). Joe's mild cognitive impairment is gaining traction and causing me fits. Perhaps I need to take it more seriously. I could research more aggressive treatment, find clinical trials, drive him to Lexington who has a big treatment facility at UK.

But I am just letting things take their course and rolling with the punches.

I was reading more of less 4 books a week and I have slowed down now that I have the Mercari business to take up time.  The fun of it is looking for things to sell. For the cheap.

I found at the Goodwill store two Rae Dunn cat bowls for food and water. I was in the learning curve, I still am in the curve but a little further along now, and bought them for 1.98 plus tax and sold them for 20! But the curve taught me I needed to ask for postage because it ended up costing me my profit!

The other day while digging thru the bins at the local Goodwill Outlet, I found a Wolfgang Puck skillet. It retails for just at $250! I love it. I did not put it on the web site but cleaned it up and am now in 7th heaven using it. Its magic.

While wandering thru the Goodwill hoping to find another Rae Dunn miracle, I found two cast iron pots for $3.99 each which retail for about $80 each. Those I will think about selling maybe on the local Buy Sell and Trade web site because no one will pay the shipping on them...but then again who knows.

My other BIG passion, and some would call it an addiction, are the auction sites. I have three of them that I frequent and one I purchase from on a weekly basis. I have won a pair of Jack Rogers sandals  that are barley worn and retail for $128, for 3.50 plus commission and tax and sold immediately for 20 and this time they paid for the sipping.

My last trip to the GW bins brought me a pair of children's boots (retail for approx 90 bucks) a Peyton Manning NFL jersey, a canon digital camera, and a pair of Clark mules. I found a mans hat, never worn, made by a milliner in a small Indiana town that I can not locate. Muller & Muller. Wish I had some info. Please forward to me if you know anything.

I'm so happy. Now if only my sales would pick up.