Kicking 2017 to the Curb

Yup…it’s a bright and shiny new year.  Welcome 2018!

 

I like the number 18.  It’s a nice, round number.  It’s the day in September I was shoved out into the world 50 years ago.  It’s the age that I took my first hesitant steps into the world of adulting.  A long time ago, I was officially employee 118 at a job I held for the next 13 years.

For the bulk of this year, my youngest son will be 18…taking HIS first wobbly steps into adulthood.  I hope, with a parent’s insite, that the first time adulthood leaps at him and knocks him to his ass, I’ve given him enough tools to get back up and flip disappointment the bird.

I’ll just have to wait and see.

Most years, I firmly resolve to be anti-resolution.  This year, I actually HAVE one, and a sad one at that.

I have to spend some time with my Mom, who’s kidneys are failing.  She’s refusing dialysis, so when they stop, so shall she.

Guess it’s my turn to learn again how to flip off pain…and I have a plan already in place.

 

Thanks to the chainmaillers group, I have a new form… tiny little angels.

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I’m gifting these adorable little beacons of hope, joy, love and patience as widely across the globe as I can.  Many will end up in Art Abandonment packages and scattered across my local area, and I did put up an Etsy listing for them…but these things require a wider reach than my poor car and Etsy sales will allow.

Global…I am not…

So I offer all my regular readers here a gift…the gift of a tiny little angel filled with as much positive mojo as I can build into them…

 

You’ll note I said gift.  That means no exchange of goods for money…just the angels winging their way (well, with the help of the post office) to your doors…because a banner declaring anything FREEEEEEE! nowadays has people looking for the attached strings.

But I mean it.  You want me to mail you an angel?  Reach me at my Etsy shop with your address, and I’ll get one out to you, because I can’t figure out how to get WordPress to put up a ‘contact me’ page.

 

The Ring: The Sequel: Escape Artist

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I love my little circlet of white gold.  Housed on the middle finger of my right hand…a perfect (albeit obscure) reminder of my first Ex Husband.

It’s always been a bit big for that finger.  There’s some resistance in getting it over the knuckle, but not much.  It rolls around my finger effortlessly, yet is still secure enough to sleep, shower, do dishes, housework, etc…with it on.

Not anymore…

The kids and I went for our traditional laundry day at the ‘mat on Tuesday.  Nothing special about it – grabbed some takeout, shoved clothing in machines, added detergent & coins, spun some poi (the kids) & read the kindle (me).

When I pulled my stuff out of the washer, I heard the familiar scraping of metal in the bottom of the tub.  My first thought was:  Must have left a quarter in the pocket of one of my pants.

I was a bit shaken to find my ring.  It had slipped off without me being the wiser to its loss.

It escaped AGAIN when unloading the dryer – it wanted to hang with my socks and ended up at the bottom of my laundry bag.  I found it the next day (after being convinced I’d lost it on the walk home) when sorting the underthings.

JOY for second reunion, but – when am I gonna lose it for good???

I’ve been doing the ketosis thing for around 9 months, and this is the first serious snag I’ve found in losing some of the tonnage…my FINGERS are shrinking, too.

So what’s a girl to do????

Now…I didn’t want to have the ring resized…the ring snuggies out there look both damn uncomfortable and unsightly, and I can’t switch it to a different finger, as they’re ALL losing their pudge.

I went shopping.

Found a new 3mm band, in my size, and slipped that in front of the larger ring.

Disaster averted..yea!!!!

 

Mr. First Ex Me’s ring now has a partner in crime 😀

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