Surprised, and pleased!!

(Note:  I had said on the Thanksgiving post that Grandma had died.  Mom said it was when my Grandpa died. Sorry about that...  The pizza was still good, though...)

Came into work today, and there was a black bag on the volunteer's table.  Not unusual. We leave things for one another, one of the gals and I trade plants, bulbs, and occasionally yarn.  Some of the others have different items they might send one to another, books, something that was in an oily box... ?  Anyway, it's not that strange.  Still give it a once over, to make sure it's not anything stinky, (I had to move a lovely flower arrangement one time, because after about 10 minutes I had a headache that wouldn't quit...), and if there's anything that shouldn't be there for whatever reason...

So, I look, and since I have to open up the place, I just glance to see what the note on it is.  My name?  Huh!  Okay, check in a minute... Get the place open for the day, and back...  So, what is this little bag?

I look in, and one of the Deputies had left me a bag 'o things.  The bag itself is a backpack type thing, you can carry wet items in it, if need be, but it's a quick go bag, basically.  Inside was a cup that I could quite easily have a serving of soup, or just about my morning ration of tea.  And some pens, and what not.  I think it's giveaways from a meeting he went to, from some of the business cards and papers I saw inside.  There is also a folder that is one of those kind you can use as a writing surface.  That I can use!  Well, some of the other stuff, too, but especially that!

I thought that was pretty cool.  I try and let the guys know I appreciate them, it's nice to know that it's returned. 

And I put a thank you note on his desk, too!  :)

B is for...

Bags.

I love containers.  Baskets are fun, buckets are essential (especially when feeding), but I love bags.

Am I referred to as the Bag Lady? Yes, indeed, and at oh, about 40 or more, weeellll...  Ahem.

As you can see by the picture, I have a variety.  Mom, (one of my enablers), made me a feed bag bag, which is on the left.  This has led to several others.  I have one that is a cat food bag, the poor clerk asked why the bag was open.  I couldn't help it, I shrugged, then said I was snacking while I was in the store.

I think she was ready to call security.

Mom also made me a couple "hippie" bags (one on the right).  I like it for my knitting, also, it doubles as a pillow...

Bags can make for interesting conversation.  The center bag reads "Notorious Knitters World Domination Tour".  When your 90+ year old grandmother reads this, there is LOTS of conversation!  The feed bags have led to discussions on crafting, animals, and family.

Other bags have led to conversations on what's "old", conservation, strength, weight, and brand loyalty.  (Do NOT get me started about using brand X bag at brand Y store!  The blasted money is green, so shush!)

I guess bags are my method of keeping my 'stuff' handy, but they've turned out to be a great way for me to talk to people, have fun, and attempt to keep organized.

Pretty good for a bag, huh?