Turning 50 was a strange time for me. It freed me up in a way. I was free to hula hoop, wear plastic tiaras and skip in public. My "give a hoot" factor went way down. Who cares what people think? I am 50! But turning 50 also made me realize, that the things I dreamed of doing, I better get to doing. Which is why I decided to call this blog, "But Wait, There's More!" I have more I want to say and so much more I want to do. I better get to skipping!
Sunday, February 8, 2015
A Mouse, a Cookie or a Foosball Table?
It all started with a
After more than two full
days of sweaty work and a broken fitness record, I realize I just lived through
what I affectionately call a “Give a Mouse a Cookie” moment.
You know the children’s book by Laura Numeroff with the playful, circular pattern where a boy gives a
cookie to a mouse. Then the mouse asks for a glass of milk and then a straw (to
drink the milk), a mirror (to avoid a milk mustache), nail scissors (to trim
his hair in the mirror), and a broom (to sweep up his hair trimmings). Next he wants to take a nap, to have a story
read to him, to draw a picture, and to hang the drawing on the refrigerator.
Looking at the refrigerator makes him thirsty, so the mouse asks for a glass of
milk and then—you guessed it —a cookie!
So back to Goodwill where I bought my “cookie” that
started my sweaty couple days and broke a personal fitness record. I love to
pop into Goodwill when I am at our lake house. I go to look for items I might
repurpose for my antiques booth, but I often find treasures to keep. Two weeks
ago, I found a full-sized foosball table. We have wanted one, but didn’t want to
spend the $200+ for one. So a $34 foosball table was too hard to pass up.
Problem was, the Goodwill folks loaded the foosball table into our 15-year-old
minivan for me, but there was no way I could unload it myself at the
house.Also there was the issue of space—price
wasn’t the only reason we hadn’t purchased a foosball table. We had absolutely
nowhere to even temporarily store the table…unless…
And here comes the “glass of milk” part of my story. I
hired a couple of nice local firemen to come move “a few things” and unload the
foosball table for me. I recently acquired a free trundle daybed from a sweet
cove neighbor, but it was clogging our garage. So I spent several hours—logging
enough steps to break my Fitbit fitness record!—clearing our two downstairs
basement guestrooms of more scrapbooks than anyone could possibly ever fill
(even with the tremendous amount of photos I take!).
So here goes my circular story…I bought a foosball table
so I had to hire two guys to move our treadmill from my crowded “scrapbook”
room to what was the guestroom downstairs (no small feat!). They then moved a
full-sized bed to what was the scrapbook room. They also moved two pieces of
furniture that stored scrapbook supplies to two hall storage closets (which
necessitated me cleaning and clearing those two closets). Then they moved the
daybed from the garage to the room with the treadmill.That way we gained two fully operational
basement guestrooms and more importantly (circle ends here!) a space in the
garage for a $34 foosball table!Crazy?Absolutely, but in “Judy”
logic it all made complete sense.
But wait, there’s more…
The bonus? I donated two vanloads of stuff to Goodwill,
created more livable space, filled our trashcan and exercised like crazy. On
Friday, I walked 28,988 steps, 60 floors (mostly lugging scrapbook supplies to
different floors of the house!) and walked the equivalent of 13.22 miles in my
house! On Thursday, I logged 16,969 steps, 35 floors and 7.74 miles and I didn’t
get started until 8 PM.I also only
logged four hours of sleep between Thursday and Friday! Then Saturday I logged
18,797 steps, 37 floors and 8.57 miles putting things away!
So all in all, I would say that was a $34 well spent.
Now I need to clear a spot for the foosball table in the
house…wish me luck!