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I am a huge proponent of making use of what is to hand. I can be very inventive when it comes to using stuff that’s lying around to help me get the job done.

For example, just tonight I wanted to help Ken get the camper set up for cold weather. We didn’t want to winterize it just yet as we have two upcoming shows to use it at, so that meant draining the water tank and turning on the heat so the remaining water in the pipes don’t freeze (not that it’s supposed to get quite that low, but it’s better to be prepared).

Anyway, Ken has it set up to plug the camper into the outlets that are on the back porch. He cut a hole in the floor and there’s a corresponding hole through the brick underskirt that you run the cord through. Usually this involves him crawling under the house to thread it through, but I figured out another way to do it that doesn’t involve mixing with spiders and mice. Not that I don’t LIKE spiders and/or mice, but I prefer to admire them from a distance if you know what I mean…

Anyway, I ran the cord through the hole in the underskirt, making sure there was enough to reach up through the floor and to the outlet. Then I went on the back porch and threaded his 5 iron through the hole in the floor, hooked the end of the cord at the plug with the head and pulled it up through the hole. It took a bit of maneuvering to get it through, but I didn’t have to crawl under the house and it also didn’t take but a couple of minutes to accomplish.

Next time I’ll probably use the putter as it’s got a flatter and narrower head to it. I had to tip the club just so to keep the cord hooked on it. I think the putter would work better.

Now all you die-hard golfers don’t get your panties all in a wad — the club came to absolutely no harm and it’s not like it hasn’t been sitting in the closet for the past 6 months not being used for anything! It’s all safely tucked back away in the golf bag.

A friend of mine sent me the following story that just tickles me pink. I think my sisters did this…

My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake).

One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar. I read the box in the cabinet.  I then asked my mother why she was keeping ”napkins’ in the bathroom.  Didn’t they belong in the kitchen?

Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for ‘special occasions’ (her second mistake).

Now fast forward a few months……It’s Thanksgiving Day, and folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.

When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, Then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with laughter. Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a ‘special occasion’ Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tails in so they didn’t hang off the edge!!

My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter.

But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!

Which just goes to further illustrate that almost anything can be used for something else! (Well, maybe not colon cleanse products – after drinking that stuff for a colonoscopy, I can’t imagine using it for ANYTHING — BLEAH)

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