Another Day...

Well, I ended up putting the blog back to the way it was before.  One of my readers mentioned that other than losing the background color, she couldn't tell anything was different.  I did some checking, and apparently the changes I'd made could only be seen if you read on a computer.  I know that most of you read on the phone, so I just undid everything.  

It wasn't that big of a deal anyway.  It just showed a few related posts at the bottom of each new post.  As I said, you'd have to be on a computer, and clicking to open each post individually anyway.  

As I was doing all of that fiddling, I happened to get onto the book of faces, and saw this post from my place of employment -- and not three days later, either. 

We got another unexpected day off.  I asked one of my friends what was going on, and she said the system was down.  We both assumed they meant the computer system, and now I'm wondering if that's why they gave us yesterday off, too, to upgrade the computer system.  Back in the day, they would have told us what was going on, but not any more.  These new bosses really treat us like dogs. 

By the way, I suppose you've heard of what they're calling the Mississippi Miracle.  If you haven't, I encourage you to go look into it, but basically it's when the schools went back to teaching phonics several years ago, fourth grade reading scores jumped from 50th to 6th.  Even other states have noticed.  

Why do I bring this up?  It's because when I run into someone particularly...um....slow... I've been calling that person a Pre-Miracle Mississippian.  Or just "Pre-Miracle" for short. 

Anyway, as soon as I'd confirmed that we indeed had another day off, I went out to the shed and got another box to go through.  

This one was much easier to go through and toss stuff.  Take that little stuffed animal, for instance.  It's much easier to put that into the give -away box so a child can love it instead of it being stuffed in a shed for decades.  

Then there was this t-shirt.  

I have no idea where I got it.  I don't remember it at all.  I've never been to Turkey -- and given that the name of the country is spelled the Turkish way rather than the English way, I'm sure that's where the shirt came from.  But I don't even know anyone who has been to Turkey.   Clearly it has no sentimental value, so I might as well take it out of the plastic and wear it. 

And when people ask me if I've been to Turkey, I'll say no.  And if they ask where I got the shirt, I'll say I have no idea.  It just showed up one day. 

This little booklet, on the other hand, I've been looking for it for ages.  

I'd taken it out of a magazine when I was a kid -- I think it was Woman's Day.  

Yes, I just googled it, and it was released in 1975, which would have made me 11.  That was a long time ago.  Truthfully, I'd thought it had gotten ruined in Hurricane Ike, and was looking for a copy of the poem online.   I couldn't find it anywhere, so I'm glad my copy turned up.  It's now safely tucked away in my copy of A Visit From St. Nicholas, which my mother read to us every Christmas Eve.

Well, not the actual book she read.  That one did get ruined in the hurricane, but I found a copy in a used book shop of the same edition.  

I'm rambling, so let's get back on track.  

I also found a couple of Cody's shirts.  

The little Pinocchio shirt my mother bought him when she went to Italy to visit my sister.  I'd given most of his kid clothes away, but kept this one as a memento.  I'm going to seal them in plastic bags to keep the damp out and put them in with my baby clothes.  

Truth is, that shed floods so much when it rains, I might as well be stacking my storage boxes out in the yard.  There is a mini-storage at the end of the road, so tomorrow after work, I might drive around it and see if I can find some contact information and rent one until I can get a better storage building put up.  Really, I'd rather get my attic finished and have some pull-down stairs installed so I can use it for storage.  But that would require finding a contractor I can trust, and I just don't think there is one in this town. 

The last thing I'm going is this art project from 8th grade.  

I made the copper pressed image, and my grandpa made the frame.  It hung in my dad's house until he died.  I need to do a minor repair, but I want to find somewhere to hang it up.  Probably in the kids' room.  It needs some decorations in there. 

Once I'd sorted through that box, I went and got another one, but it was all full of Cody's old toys.  I'm sure he won't want any of them, but I feel I need to check with him before I give them all away.  

And finally, today's meme:  

I'm telling you, I felt this to my soul.  I do so wish we could go back to when life was simpler -- and better. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go heat up that can of chicken noodle soup that's been on my cabinet for nearly a week and have myself some supper.  Or a late lunch, rather...

Laters.