So I’m apparently feeling a bit silly today. Had a client who left his hat here last week, said he was coming back for it, but didn’t. I started to feel a bit sorry for the hat…just sitting there gathering dust..I’m not much of a hat person. Don’t get me wrong- I love hats! Especially unique, “cool” hats, however I find them uncomfortable. To be honest, I can kind of rock a good hat look, but this is a baseball cap and with my hair it just doesn’t work for me. Now a bandana, love bandanas…comfortable and versatile. Back when I had my Jeep, or when I could put the top down on my car, I wore bandanas all the time. Alas, I can’t really put down the top of my car anymore. The mechanics of it work fine, but the back window has started falling out so every time I put the top down the tape holding the window in comes loose and I have to redo it. The crappy part is it’s quite expensive to replace the soft top, and that’s the only way to fix it. Believe me, I’ve looked and tried to get creative, but unless I want to try to do it myself it’s about $2,000 to replace the top. The car isn’t even worth $2,000. Technically, my car is totaled because of this, so I just duct tape the window in, use a little cooler to prop it up and it works- kind of. I hate having a convertible that I can’t put the top down, but it’s really a first world sort of problem so I don’t let it get to me too much.
Back to the hat..this morning I didn’t have much going on in terms of appointments, so rather than do any of the actual work I should have done I used Chat GPT to help create a bit of a story for the hat. Had Chat create a few pictures of some escapades the hat had gone on during its owner’s absence. I had it create a picture of the hat getting a massage, riding a horse, even a trip to Paris. Then I sent the pictures to the hat’s owner to attempt to remind him that I still had his hat. It reminded me of a time years ago, when I was growing up, my cousin had a teddy bear she loved. To torture her we would steal the bear and take it on adventures, then take pictures of it to send to her. Of course, these were more “hostage” type pictures…we even had the teddy bear commit suicide once. Not very nice I realize, but it was funny! Maybe not to her, but to us it was. These days they would probably call that bullying, but back in my day it was just good, character building fun. Nothing a little therapy can’t sort out in later years. I feel fortunate that I grew up when I did. Pretty sure my “rub some dirt in it” and “don’t cry or I’ll give you something to cry about” upbringing helped me be tough enough to endure the wreckage I’ve created multiple times in my life. My second ex-husband often said to me, “Collins, you’re tough as nails.” And I took that as a compliment. I believe I’ve mentioned in previous posts that it’s not uncommon for me to give myself pep talks along the lines of “Stop being such a mamsy pansy. Stop it.” I sometimes let my mind wander to thoughts like, “I’m tired.” or “I need a day off.” so little pep talks get me right in the head, and I respond better to stern talking to’s rather than sensitive, feel good one’s.
Lordy- I’m all over the place today. Little too much stream of consciousness going on here. My apologies. Well, the hat’s owner has promised to come rescue it sometime today, if not I’ll tuck him in one of my spare beds and maybe take it on another adventure tomorrow. I’ll try including a few pictures in this post, not 100% sure I can but I’ll try! Till next time, peace out.
