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Snippets, seven

Here are some short pieces based on things that have happened in my life recently. 

Click Clack

Click clack. I type in the number two next to a coworkers name to signal that they want two tickets to the upcoming baseball game we're going to as a workplace. 

Click clack. I type an email thanking the coworker for actually getting back to me about tickets (I'm still waiting on others).

Click clack. I type in a news site. 

Great.

Just great.

The world is falling apart and, at times, literally on fire.

And here I am, organizing a group outing to a baseball game I don't even want to go to. 

Click clack. I let some friends know the news.

Click clack. I check in on some friends.

Click clack. Someone else has responded to the tickets question.

Click clack. I look for details on the news. I am more and more distressed as I read details, but I have to keep going because I'm at work.

Click clack.

D&D

This weekend is a D&D weekend. I am running a one shot on Saturday and attending a campaign session on Sunday. I love D&D. It gets me into a creative mode that can be difficult for me to tap into. However, I also get self-conscious. Sharing my creative pursuits triggers some self-conscious thoughts in me. What if my character voices are too goofy? What if I have a huge plot hole? What if I overplanned and wasted time? What if I underplanned and am not ready? What if people don't have fun? What if, what if, what if? 

But, I remind myself that I'm playing with friends who love me and really that's the most important thing. So I'll get out my custom dice, roll, and go with it.

Plum

It is time. The dress is a beautiful shade of plum, has adorable, lacy cap sleeves, and used to fit you like a dream, but you're just not going to wear it ever again. You thought you were fat then but now you're actually fat and while you may lose weight, you won't lose enough to wear this dress again. It helped you get through a wonderful, but very long day and it was photographed extensively so you'll always have those memories. It has lived trapped in your closet for years and now it's time for it to find a good home. Hopefully one of your friends will want it and you can part with it knowing it's going to a good home. And, if not, it will be donated and its sale will go to a good cause. Still though, it's hard to say goodbye.

Sorting

I used to collect Funko pops excessively. But now, I haven't played with them (yes, played with them, they are toys to me, not figurines to stay in a box) in a long time. It's time to let go of some of them. Not all, I'm not ready for that yet and I may never be. But It's definitely time to let go of some. I put up a post in my neighborhood's buy nothing group and thankfully find an enthusiastic taker. It makes me feel better to know they're going to someone else who collects them, not someone who just wants to sell them. I also discover that I'm missing a couple of key pops. Maybe I should replace them? I'm not sure if it's worth it, but they're two of my favorites. Yet, they're expensive now when they were just $10 before. Should I keep looking for them? But where would they be? I unpacked everything and my old apartment was empty. I have a pile still in the maybe section...maybe I'll keep them...maybe I'll get rid of them. I'm not sure. I'll keep sorting other things for now.

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

"typing" by Kiran Foster. Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0).


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