Scrappy Days

This week, I recorded a few tunes with friends.  We couldn't get the drums to sound right, so the drummer played his coffee thermos.  The coffee thermos had a nice light timbre, and it worked like a charm. 

On the way home from the session, I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open.  I stopped for coffee, but coffee just made me more tired.  So I stopped again. This time, I got a pickle.  The vinegar made my cheeks pucker something so fierce...I couldn't have slept if I tried.  

The next day, I went to the building that I'm renovating.  I was out of everything I needed.  I ended up using wood glue in place of liquid nails, and I used old Amazon boxes in place of straight edges.  Everything turned out just fine.

This morning, my son and I woke up with pink eye.  I sped to Physicians Immediate Care.  He was in a lot of pain.  I ended up soaking the sleeve of my sweater in hot water from the bathroom and using it as a hot facial compress.  When we left with doctor's office with our prescription, my son was cold.  So I used the same sweater as a hat that I wrapped around his head like a turban.

Life is what we make of it.  I'll be damned if that adage doesn't ring truer every day I'm alive. We're rarely perfectly equipped for what life throws at us.  In hard times, we have a few options.  We can panic and get despondent.  Or we can get creative and problem solve.  I've done my fair share of panicking.  But these days, getting despondent is not only a waste of time; it isn't an option.  And so I've learned to get scrappy and figure out how to use whatever resources I've got to get the job done.

And with that, I'm off to make dinner out of whatever canned goods I can find.  Whatever works, right?  Have yourself a scrappy week, Reader.  See you next Sunday. -Em

 

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