A Tale Of Woe

Would you like to see some pink things I made and gathered for a swap? And have absolutely nothing to do with my tale of woe? Okay – so it goes like this.

I’m having surgery today – getting a new knee – yep a total knee replacement.  Going into this with my usual positive attitude and assuming I don’t make it I became obsessed with food safety and my craft stuff.

(My favorite pink flowered tin)

I’ve instructed my widowed husband to bring in the  Yaya’s to clear out my craft stuff.  They will know just what to do with all my sheet music, ledgers, buttons, crepe paper, scrapbook papers, bingo cards, seam bindings, ribbons…well you get the drift.  They will know what is valuable as opposed to my children who would just park a dumpster outside my door.

 

(Some of the stuff inside the tin)

They will know that old vintage wallpaper is valuable as are little cupcake toppers etc….So with that taken care of I knew if the merry widower was to survive he needed to learn food safety. You cannot keep some things according to the expiration date after you have opened it.  Like chicken broth…it does not stay usable for months.

 

(An altered cigar box I sent along)

Oh my gosh – chicken – raw chicken thawed in the fridge will not last for weeks!!!

 

 

And even though you wash dishes in the sink the little basket/stopper has to be emptied of the food particles everyday and the sink must be cleaned. Since he does most of the kitchen duty and cooking anyway I usually work behind the scenes because hEllo??? I don’t want to complain and screw that up!!!

 

(a teenie tiny button bouquet for the tin)

If the dogs are to survive – he must, must, must keep an eye on their water dish.

I guess he’ll have to do my closet and that should benefit three or four people since it’s full of three or four sizes.  Just think – with a new knee assuming I survived maybe I could have become a runner like Dana of The Stone Rabbit! But I digress since we’re talking about the alternative of surviving now is the time I need to thank Dana for dedicating her run last weekend to me!  It was a killer incline called Hospital Hill and she thought of me as she ran her 5K up that hill and Dana, I’m so grateful for that even though I didn’t survive.

(inside the cigar box – I even got four cups and saucers in there)

Look how that box is organized…if only my drawers were that orderly. 

 

(See…I told you – Four!!)

I’m sure I’ll have more things to wrap up…passwords for my blog to notify you guys. Oh my gosh – my Christmas stuff. I’ll have to come up with a plan for that. The hubs can’t understand the reasoning behind all those boxes of old Shiny Brites.  Yaya’s again.

 

By  the time you read this I’ll be at my 10 o’clock appointment with destiny.

 

And you dear readers – all three of you – know that I’m in a better place – I’m hoping anyway.

And on the off chance I survive – well…..NEVERMIND!!!! I’m joining Beverly at How Sweet The Sound today for Pink Saturday. 

Have a wonderful week….xoxo Negative Nancy