Lesson Learned

I really try not to worry, but I catch myself doing it all the time.  Today I was worried about recouping from my dismal selling day on Sunday.  As has happened enough times before for me to have learned my lesson, something amazing happened.  No, I didn't get a windfall of any sort.  I did however, recoup what I lost.  Sales from yesterday and online today equaled EXACTLY the amount I paid for my vendor space.  So while I didn't make anything, I didn't really lose either and for that, I'm grateful.

I saw the first ads appear today on my blog.  I feel so important!

I was going to just have some soup since I was home alone tonight, but after seeing those ads, I decided to upgrade to a real dinner.  I grocery shopped today and although I put everything in the freezer, it hadn't been in there long enough to freeze.  I decided to go with this very lovely trout fillet.  I always like green, herby looking stuff on my food so I threw in some "Upland Cress"--something I've never bought before, but it looked good.  And green.  And herby.

I also made brown rice, and I almost ate a salad, but since I had Subway for lunch, I decided I'd reached by veggie quota for the day.  Besides which, it left more space in my stomach for my herby-looking trout.  My sister came over and asked for "just a bite" because she was in a hurry.  The next thing I know, she's having a seat in the kitchen, with a plateful of my herby fish and brown rice.  So much for breakfast.

I bought two Groupons a few months ago for one-hour massages at just $29 each!  Today I took my son into the city to cash in the Groupons.  He made our appointments online, and we arrived just in time.  The place was unassuming (read seedy) and I considered turning back and going home.  The receptionist however (who turned out to be the owner) was really nice and I decided to continue.  There was no waiting area with cucumber-infused water.  No dried apricots.  No magazines.  No spa music.  What there was, were hymns.  Yes, the religious kind.  Don't get me wrong--they were played in the most spa-like manner, with soaring violins and acoustic guitars.  They took us both at the same time, so off my teenager went with one of the therapists (he already knows to scream like a girl if anything seems out of order--you know what I mean.)  I went with the greeter/receptionist/owner.  The room was tiny, no candles, no pictures, no flowers, no bamboo sticking in a vase of scented oil. No Frills!  She ended up telling me a great deal about her life.  She co-owns the business with her husband and has had a lot of turmoil recently.  I was glad to be a part of helping rebuild their business.  Not so glad though about the music. As much as I love hymns, I found it a little weird to be getting a rubdown to "How Great Thou Art".  Not quite the spa experience I'd been looking forward to, but I couldn't complain about the massage.  She was good.  

After the super-cheap massages, tips, lunch, and nearly $5 per gallon gas, it still turned out to be an over $100 date with my son.  Life is just too darned expensive.  

A couple of weeks ago, I posted to Facebook a mishap I had with a glue gun.  I used an ink pen to push the  last of a stick of glue through the gun.  It worked well, but I forgot to take the pen out.  I also forgot to unplug the gun.  An hour or so later, I had a little bit of a dilemma.  I still haven't gotten around to buying a new one.  This one's a goner.  So is the pen.

I'd like to add another item to the "don't do as Bettie does" list.  Don't leave a beloved candle in the window after the weather has turned warm.  Especially if you live on the third floor where it's ten degrees hotter. 

And that's my public service announcement for today.  See you all tomorrow, and thanks for reading!  Tell a friend!