Binders are my thing. Give me a good binder with tabs any day. I have a binder for my other book club, for poetry that I’ve printed off the internet, for directions, for recipes and for Solstice planning. Vacations and special events like the solar eclipse also get binders. I made a binder for YA’s college search and another one for college financial aid. Luckily at work, I need a binder for each program and I also have a binder for assorted things I need to keep track of.
YA’s injury has generated massive amounts of paper: emergency room paper, orthopedic paper, worker’s comp paper and insurance paper. Every time we leave the house for an appointment, I get handed the folder. I joked on Tuesday that I was going to put it all in a binder; YA snorted.
So I was surprised yesterday morning when she said “can you put all these papers in a binder?” I didn’t know how serious she was and although I agreed, I didn’t have the project on my immediate radar. She asked again at 5 p.m. and then 8:30. At that point I grabbed an unused binder (yes, I have a stash) and some tabs (yes, I have a stash) and we worked on it together. She sorted out all the papers, I labeled the tabs and 3-hole punched everything. As she wheeled herself back to her room with the completed binder, I felt a warm glow. Two binder gals together!
How do you like to organize your papers? Do you think our society will EVER be paperless?
Overheard outside my library last Monday (the electronic book return was full/closed):
“Oh no – it’s a library emergency. My book is overdue.”
I was able to reassure her that a Monday holiday is the same as a Sunday… as long as you your book is physically inside the library before it opens for business next, even using the old-fashioned non-electronic book drop (which I was able to show her), you don’t get docked. She told me that she had kept it as long as possible so she could finish it before it was due. I completely get it.
What was the last book you rushed to finish?
I think everyone I encountered yesterday asked me what my plans were for Labor Day weekend. This weekend is typically a time when Husband and I work our tails off in the garden and at home preserving produce and cleaning. I will make pesto, and I may have a few tomatoes to deal with, but I haven’t any other plans. I could spend a lot of time cleaning, but I don’t think I have it in me.
Husband suggested we go to the Dunn County Fair in Killdeer, a town about 40 miles north of us. It would be fun to see the 4-H exhibits, but the husband and wife calling contests don’t hold much interest for me. You Baboons able to attend the Minnesota State Fair are sure lucky! I have made it clear to Husband that we will not frenetically bake or cook this weekend. We need to eat out of the freezers, and that is that!
What are your plans for the weekend? Any memorable Labor Day weekends in your past?
Daughter has done it again. She has cast out her net of excitement and wild ideas and caught me.
The other day she sent a photo via text. It was identical to the header photo, which is a shot of Hallstatt, Austria. “Mom!! Isn’t this place beautiful? Wouldn’t this be nice over Christmas!! We fly to Munich and then take the train. I’ll pay for my own airline ticket. Just think of the Christmas markets!” She says this at a very rapid pace.
I said a trip like that takes a lot of planning. She replies, “Ok. Let’s go the Christmas of 2020!! We will have lots of time to plan and save our money. Oh, Mom! Think of the Christmas markets!” I feel myself sliding down the slippery slope to consider this seriously. Daughter knows that if I am in favor of something like this, it will happen. Husband always says he wants his two beauties to be happy, and Daughter knows if I agree to something, her father will go along with it.
Husband chimes in “I think that is a historically interesting place. The Celts settled there, and there are ancient salt mines.” He then goes to the basement to get a book about the region.
I think, well, it isn’t that far from the area of Germany where Husband’s family hales from. Maybe we could visit Stuttgart and Wurttemberg as long as we were there. Husband has always wanted to do that. I tell her I will contact our travel agent and get her working on it.
This is how we ended up in Europe three years ago. Daughter gets an idea, and then we just run with it. There are very few people who can propel me on adventures like my daughter can.
How do people convince you to do things you wouldn’t normally do? Who in your family was (or is) good at getting you into trouble?
Wowser! Over lunch I decided to run a couple of errands so I wouldn’t have to do them after work. (I hate doing errands on a Friday after work – I just want to get home!) And, of course, the heat and humidity is in the “you’ve got to be kidding me” range. As I walked through the doors at Joann’s, the first big display is all about fall. Pumpkins, dried vine wreaths, autumn wall hangings, the works. Nothing specific to Halloween that I saw, but I was making a beeline to the fabric section. I’m guessing that if I’d wandered past the initial display I would have seen stuff for little ghosts and ghouls. It was so incongruous to me that they are selling items for the fall when it’s mid-July and 94° outside. If I weren’t already overheated from Mother Nature, it would make my temperature go up!
I’m not sure why this drives me so crazy, but when retail jumps the gun on holidays and seasons, I just dig in a little more. I just want to celebrate the season I’m in, thank you very much- no need to start stocking up on pumpkin-themed items just yet. And of course I’ve ranted here before about the Hallmark Channel running Christmas movies for weeks at a time during the summer months. I adore holiday movies (well maybe not all the Hallmark ones) but they definitely have their place in my world. And that place begins the day after Thanksgiving and not before.
So I guess I’ll just have to stubbornly keep ignoring the fall displays and the holiday movies until I’m ready. Sorry retail America.
What gets your temperature heated up? What do you do to cool off?
In November, Husband and I and four other members of our handbell choir are going to New York City to play in a massed handbell choir of 300 ringers at Carnegie Hall. We have been invited to play a separate concert in Central Park, and last week, the silliest ringing opportunity thus far came from the Carnegie staff, who have arranged for us to play at Radio City Music Hall with the Rockettes. We can sign up to perform in one of three shows on November 29 and 30.
I just don’t know if I am up for the Rockettes. We don’t have to dress like the Rockettes, which is a blessing. Husband would look pretty silly in tights and high heels! This trip is getting stranger and stranger!
If you could perform anywhere doing anything, where would it be and with whom?
The first time I experienced parade swag was at the Great American Cheese Festive in Little Chute, Wisconsin. Child was about seven. There was a Great American Cheese Parade at the kick-off to the festival and as Child and I settled in, the family next to us said “don’t you have a bag?” and gave Child an extra plastic bag that they had brought along. I wasn’t quite sure why but it didn’t take long to figure it out. Most of the participants in the parade were tossing candy to the kids along the route; Child made a candy killing.
The practice of handing out candy has morphed into handing out parade swag of all types. At the Richfield Fourth of July Parade this year, there were all kinds of fun stuff. There were lots of folks doing candy: Dum Dum suckers, Jolly Ranchers are staples, but a couple of groups upped the ante with Butterfinger minis and Skittles. YA even scored some Sweet Tarts.
The first swag of the day was actually a small flag that we could wave throughout the parade. Then there were coupons for the Renaissance Festival, dog treats from Chuck and Don’s and a smoothie place. There were icee pops from Cub, icy cold water from a youth group, a ballpoint pen from one church and a nicer pen from a high school band. There were two different groups giving out can cozies and we also ended up with a little red rubber football and a mini-frisbee. A Lions Club volunteer even handed YA and I each a paper bag with White Castle Sliders. We’re’ not sure why she singled us out, but since we’re vegetarians, we offered them to the family sitting next to us.
The best swag of the day were the sunglasses from Davannis. When we were parking the car before the parade, it was pretty cloudy so both of us left our sunglasses in the car. This was an unfortunate choice since right about the time the parade got started, the sun came out. The Davannis sunglasses were just the right swag for both of us. And of course we learned our lesson after the Great American Cheese Festival Parade – we had a bag!
Have you ever gotten any good swag?