Act 343

Get outside your comfort zone

So, as mentioned in a previous post, some of our favourite people are coming to visit for Christmas and we can hardly wait. Nine more sleeps!

And while I relish the thought of a house full at Christmas, I am also consumed by the logistics of it all. Where will they sleep? What will they eat? Do I have enough coffee?

Funny how that works. My dreams are full of vivid scenarios such as these. Silly, I know. But then, last night I awoke with a thought I hadn’t had before. Just let it happen. It’s going to be fine. If you knew me, you would know that this is a breakthrough. An understanding that life goes on. What needs to happen will happen. And in that thought I found much comfort.

So today, I went to my local CMHA thrift shop looking for linen. Something I would never have done before. There I found three sets of perfect high thread count double sheets. Exactly what I needed for all of nine dollars. Nine sleeps. Nine dollars. Call me crazy. They were perfectly ironed and folded and waiting for me. They are being washed in hot water with bleach at the moment after which I will perfectly fold them and in nine more sleeps, they will part and parcel of what could arguably be the most in sync Christmas ever.

If you’d told me a year ago I’d be blogging about buying sheets at the thrift store, I would have told you that you were the crazy one. I have found a way to get outside my comfort zone and, I’m happy to tell you, I’m liking it very much indeed.

Turns out, I’m not crazy after all. I’m just happy. It’s easy to confuse the two.


Act 340 (25 to go!)

Exhaust every option

Today was our test run ski day. It’s our first weekend of skiiing. Everyone tries on their gear from last year and we cross our fingers that the equipment still fits. It’s a bit of a futile exercise as someone always needs something new. My eldest no longer fits his boots. Which means his younger brother automatically gets a new-to-him pair. Off we went to Vernon, where the ski hill is, to check out the usual suspects; the sports store, the ski store, the second hand equipment store. You get the idea. Our first two stops were unsuccessful except for the sweet deal on the ski socks we found at Sportscheck. As we headed to our last resort, we saw the sign for the Salvation Army Thrift Store so we agreed to try. Nothing to lose. I would run in and check. Lo and behold, a perfect-sized pair of boots that fit for, get this, $14.50. This could have been a $200 adventure. I’m very grateful to people who donate their equipment to second hand stores. And I’m grateful to second hand stores for sorting through it all. So if you’re looking for something, exhaust every option. It’ll pay its way.