The finger is healing up. Now it just feels like a massive callous and kind of “thick” where the stitches are. It’s pretty gross. I’ve decided I don’t much like stitches or knife wounds and still cringe every time someone wants me to cut them some apple wedges.
I think I need therapy.
While being home on pain killers I’ve wisely invested the time looking into my children’s latest obsession Playmobil.
Now- per usual, I can completely get into a toy created in Europe and although there are a ba-zillion tiny parts to them, they are kind of amazing. I mean, the detail is INCREDIBLE. The little farm with the tiny little apples in the tiny little bucket… However, THE PRICE! Maybe it’s the fact that I was in retail and get how inflated some things are in terms of cost- (& I know they are imported) but still! So I’ve been on the search and lookout….
Consignment Stores, Craig’s lists, eBay, Facebook shout outs…
I did win an auction on eBay but in doing so have learned much more about people who are not my tribe but non-the-less know how to make a living collecting and buying from garage sales and “lots” to resell in auctions like the one I was suckered into winning. It was of course down to the wire… you know, like I discovered the “massive pile of playmobile” being auctioned off in the last 2 minutes only to discover after winning that there are like , oh say 2,716 such “lots” that get auctioned off daily. I thought i was bidding on a bunch of sets.
No that’s not the case at all.
I was bidding on a bunch of “pieces” in order to complete the sets I do not own (Vicoden is not my friend.)
SO, $60.00 and 640 pieces later I think I actually managed to find enough pieces to create a jalopy playmobil motorcycle.
My kids were initially so excited to open the box and I anxiously awaited the praise and accolades that were sure to follow , but while i was busy patting myself on the back for such a clever find they started sifting through the mess (packed in a black garbage bag inside the box= never a good sign) and I started realizing as they pulled out handfuls of pieces – little.tiny.pieces. that we were going to have to make the best of this situation.
The cries of joys were soon followed by cries of disappointment and me, Pollyanna trying to make the best of a dismal situation.
Thoughts started to race through my head.. what can one do with such a mess and tangle?
This afternoon they continue to play Hoarders and Sanford and Son Playmobil (the lastest and greatest of all Playmobil collections) complete with a junk yard, a junk yard Dog, old tires, A jalopy jeep, a bath-tub on the lawn and several other yard ornaments.
Instead of them emulating a great zoo, pirate, or farm scenario with the tiny little buckets of perfect red apples they were dreaming of – they’ve instead accessed the underground imaginative world of transients, the deeply disturbed, and garbage collectors.
There’s nothing wrong with this picture. Nothing at all.