Night Owl Cards

    I crab a lot on this blog. I know that.   This is how I handle stress. Writing gets it all out. I don't drink to excess. I don't speed down the street. I don't gamble or use substances. I don't talk to a therapist. This is it. Whatever is going on my life -- whether it's mentioned specifically or as vaguely as possible -- appears in some fashion on this blog. I'm getting it all out.   So I'm aware I'm turning some people off. I'm "too negative" or maybe not what someone wants to read in their down time. They want to see happy, little cards. I get it. Sometimes when I'm reading blogs, I just want to get in, see the cards, and get out, too. But other times I want to see that the people who are writing about the cards are human, too.   June was a difficult month and full of grousing, when I was blogging at all. So I feel like I should write about the good times, too. Like now.   Now is a good time. I started a vacation. Today. It's...

Greetings from my living room, which is now cluttered with cardboard. This is my annual Dodgers dupes box organization. And I'm about two months late with it, too. My mission with this annual activity is to incorporate all the dupes I've accumulated in the past year into the main dupes box. But there are two other missions within that main mission: 1) To get rid of some cards. 2) To find cards I need. Those are polar opposite mini-missions. The first is sad and the second is happy. And I'm pleased to say I'm succeeding with both. I am hell bent on getting rid of cards I simply don't need. I have no problem keeping a few dupes of each card because you never know when you'll require one on demand or someone will need one. But where once I would have no problem with having 10-or-more of any card, I've since cut that down to five of each, and now it's down to three. Sometimes it's less than that (sometimes it's more for certain key cards)...