Confessions of a One-Track Mind

I was over on Tumblr reading Unfuck Your Habitat (http://unfuckyourhabitat.tumblr.com/) and came across the following challenge: You’re avoiding something. It might be an invisible corner. It might be a box of crap you need to deal with. It might be your junk drawer. Whatever it is that you’ve been relieved that none of the challenges so far have made you deal with, that’s what you’re dealing with for the next 20 minutes. Don’t lie to yourself. You’re putting something off, but now you have to go deal with it.

And I knew exactly which drawer of crap it refered to: It was a dresser drawer---the rest of the dresser is long since gone---that's crammed with stuff sentimental, assorted WTFs and IDEKs, and it's been sitting on or near my dining room table for a very long time. (Enough that GK mentioned it while she was down and suggested I relocate it to the middle room til I got around to sorting thru it.

Okay, I thought. NOW is the time. I'll move the damned thing...except I could barely frackin LIFT it. To attempt to carry it to the middle room fully laden would've been to invite catastrophe. I'd either drop it, or the bottom would fall out.

Well then, I'd do a preliminary sift right there and then. Paperwork, blah, blah, blah, calculator, blah, blah, blah, ceramic boxes, blah, blah, blah...cylindrical wad of white printer paper,...?

Holy shit.

It was a roll of Kennedy half dollars. The paper they're wrapped in is dated 1999, so they've been sitting in that drawer for a long time. They're not sterling, alas, but even face value* is enough to cover my car insurance for this month, which I've been sweating bullets over. Plus there's a little over, which will top off my tank and maybe get a few things I'm out of. And for once, I don't mean caffeine!

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* Although I have a 2004 coin book that lists Kennedy half dollars between 1965-1970 as having an average value of $2 each. Now all I have to do is find someone who'll give me that!

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A little while ago, the doorbell rang.* I wasn't expecting anyone, and after some kid tried to sell me a discount card yesterday, I was a little wary, but hooray, it was a father-and-son team who offered to mow my front yard for $5. Front and back for $10, I asked. YES.

It's being mowed even as I type, and that's one less thing to stress me out. Because this is the first time it's been cut since last fall, we're heading into the rainy season, and I just plain can't afford $25 for mowing. This is clearly the Universe patting me on the back---maybe for giving away my nail file yesterday---and I'm really relieved.

It's all good.

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And a big ol' tag for timing, because if they'd rung the bell ten seconds later, I would've been in flagrante in the loo at the far end of the house,

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Okay, so I posted about the dream I had this morning and was kind of wandering around the house and had a really strong urge to go over to the Sharing Center (thrift store, source of Hatzilla).

I suited up and headed over there...they have two buildings, one with clothes and stuff, and furniture over in the other one. Now, we all know that the last thing Fluffy needs is more furniture, right? But I parked and strolled over to the furniture building and wandered around and there on top of a dresser were a stack of books. To be specific, yearbooks from my high school. Which is local, so it's not much of a stretch.

I saw a date---the year after I graduated---and looked through the stack, and woohoo, there was one for my senior year. I had one back in the day, but it got water damaged when I took it to my 10-year reunion, so I've been without one ever since.

For a mere fifty cents, I snagged it*, and have been revisiting the last hurrah of the 70's---Class of '79 Rules! In those days, I had miles of natural blonde hair (with bangs!), great big aviator glasses and a smirk (the latter hasn't changed). Highly entertaining!

Coming on the heels of a post about graduating from high school, that certainly is timing!

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* That was the only thing I got, since I didn't have any folding money on me and there's a $10 minimum for purchases with plastic. Otherwise, there was a zebra print jacket I was eyeing---smaller than what I think of as my size, but it fit!
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