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My Sink Stopper Support Group

Sink or swim?

That was the first thing I thought when I woke this morning. I needed to decide whether to deal with my sink first or go swimming.

Sink, I think.

I sought guidance from my crystal ball: AKA the Internet. Within seconds of typing “how to unstick a stuck sink stopper,” dozens of articles appeared. Not only that, there were YouTube videos!

Let me back up.

Note to reader: my stuck sink stopper was not due to a backed up sink. It was due to an overeager  washer woman, AKA yours truly.

My pants had a stain and I wanted to soak them. I put the stopper in the sink, added water and soap, my pants, said the magic words, “scrub a dub dub,” and watched as the water flowed out. I readjusted the stopper, added water and soap, my pants, said the magic words. All was well.

Until later, when I couldn’t unstick my sink stopper. I tried and tried, but it was a big drain of my energy.

Today I read an article that said to take apart the sink. No thanks. Next I watched a video narrated by a woman with a soothing voice. She demonstrated the fine art of using a suction cup on the metal stopper. Easy peasy. I also found solace in the fact that her video had over 194,000 views. I wasn’t the only one dealing with a stuck sink stopper.

With my support group cheering me on, I went to the hardware store and purchased a small suction cup. It didn’t work.

I put on my thinking cap. Then got  my pocketknife and inserted its tip around the stopper’s metal edges. Success, at last!

I’ll make my own video. Unstick Stuck Sink Stopper will surely be a show stopper.

Coming soon to a theater near you!

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A Crumby Tale

Just one week ago, I was walking through my favorite city.  I walked for three hours, not knowing where I was going, but having fun visiting streets and neighborhoods I hadn’t been to in awhile.

I landed exactly where I needed to be: the doorstep of a famous Italian bakery.

The display case enticed me with traditional American cookies, traditional Italian cookies, cupcakes, Napoleans, cannoli, cheesecake, princess cake, and an Italian sponge cake with some kind of cream filling. After much serious contemplation, I chose a cannoli, which tasted as good as those I was raised on and much better than the one I got on sale from my local supermarket.
All too soon it was gone. I hated to leave without trying a pignolia amaretti. It was like eating pure marzipan. I delighted in every bite. Until .. a piece fell to the sidewalk.
I gasped. My precious sweet! I looked at it, tempted to pick it up, but the germ-phobe in me said no. How downright crummy to think of missing out on one more tasty morsel. I nearly lost my cool right then and there.
Then I shrugged.
That’s the way the cookie crumbles.
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My Epiphany

I have always wanted to have an epiphany because it sounds so significant, but I wasn’t sure if I would have one, since it also sounds unattainable, like a mirage.

I am here to tell you I had my first epiphany.

I was in the vicinity of a very special caramel shop and since it was that kind of day, I went in. Before I go further into my story, I must let you know that I have never considered myself to be a caramel person. I grew up on ultra sweet caramels, which has made me eschew  chewing caramels in the years since. However, I had read about this particular caramel shop and wanted to try it.

I planned to have only one.

A plate of samples offered large chunks of caramel with cashews, almonds, and pecans with smoked sea salt and dark chocolate. I took one large chunk and put it on the silver-colored tray the caramel creator gave me with my chosen caramel (white chocolate exterior, dark chocolate, orange essence, coconut, cacao nibs) that seemed like the perfect blend of my some of my favorite flavors.

I sat at a large wooden table. I ate the sample slowly and carefully. It was the perfect balance of salty and sweet. Next I ate the white chocolate one. Tasty, but I couldn’t detect the orange, and the white chocolate overpowered the dark chocolate and cacao nibs. I wanted that great dark chocolate taste.

I had no choice but to get the caramel with dark chocolate exterior and little bit of smoked sea salt. Very caramelly, but not enough smoked sea salt.

So I had to get another. It reminded me of the nutty one. I liked the mix of salt with graham cracker base, marshmallows, dark chocolate, toasted pecans, and coconut.

I was glad to be able to sit and eat because can you imagine what would have happened if I had gotten just one and left, only to arrive home realizing I need more caramels in my life?

Yes, that was my great revelation: I am a caramel person and I need more caramels in my life.

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Playing the Numbers Game

I needed a new supply of oatmeal. I went to my neighborhood grocery store, which has a bulk section. Rolled oats, quick oats, quick rolled oats, and steel cut oats. After careful thought on the matter, I chose quick rolled oats. The container number was 1882, I told the cashier. He entered the number into his cash register and weighed the oats. Up came the price: $1.18.  I gave him a twenty. He handed me the change: $18.82.