Searching for a Match

Today I settled in for a day of Getting Down to Business. I have some information I need to document and I have been putting it off. I got a big glass of water, rolled up my shirt sleeves, and settled in to get the job done. Just as I got started I decided a scented candle would add to the ambiance of my home office and make the experience more tolerable.

I got the candle, set it up, and rummaged through a dresser drawer for some matches. It is one of those drawers that is rarely opened except to shove something inside, and slam it shut. This is the first time I've actually looked through it in years. Who would have thought that much stuff could fit into such a drawer that was probably designed to hold handkerchiefs?

I found yellow plastic "road sign" coasters from Australia advising travelers there might be Kangaroos, Koalas, or Emus crossing the road in the next few kilometers. One of the signs warns about shark infested waters. Better not swim there. There is a single kelly green sock, which I know is not mine. I wonder if the owner is still looking for it or has given up and thrown the mate away? There's a plastic belt clip in case I want to hook a phone to my jeans while I walk around my house. I never knew I had so many small change purses. I found phone jacks, electrical outlet jacks, a grip extender for my Glock pistol, a cigar with a pink band announcing, "It's a girl!" I could go on for days about this drawer but, lucky for all of us, I won't, because I found the matches. I lit the candle, and when I threw the match-box back in the drawer, I noticed a stack of photographs.

Ha! There I was with my family when I was three. My sister Kathy and I are wearing matching plaid dresses with starched, "Little Dutch Girl" pinafores, and white babushkas on our heads. My brother, Christopher, is clad only in diapers, and my parents look like they are eighteen years old. Another picture shows my sister-in-law, Jan, standing back with her arms raised in victory after she has successfully balanced a dyed Easter egg on top of an overturned funnel that's sitting atop the head of her friend, George.

There were many more such pictures, all classics. I needed to scan them immediately and email them to my family. After doing that, I decided I should send them an update on what's going on in my life (they are scattered all over the place, including Australia). I had so much fun talking about myself, I realized the time had come to start a blog. So, here it is, my very own blog.

And now, look at the time! I haven't even begun my project, and I need to get dinner going. I think I'll get up early and start that project first thing tomorrow. Right now I have to extinguish that candle, it's giving me a headache and making my eyes water. I wish I knew the proper spelling of P-U!