Inquiring minds

This explains the name of my blog:


Being a self employed artist/artisan didn’t land us among the Fortune 500, but it’s good, hard, honest work.  It can yield some tough financial situations that probably don’t happen as often to people with “real” jobs.  One biggie, of course, is the house payment due in two weeks and it’s not quite in hand.  In the retail business (and we were in the retail business), funds can be especially tight in the spring.  A few years in the business, or a good line of credit, and we can weather the spring in anticipation of a good selling season.  Before we got there we had to scrabble a couple of times, book a show at the last minute in search of the last of the money.  I remember paying the turnpike tolls across Pennsylvania with the change from Jan and Tom’s euchre bag, but came home with what we needed!

Another time I booked the craft section of a home and garden show in Michigan.  Just to underscore, these are the kinds of shows that you stand in the aisle on the fourth day and say “May God strike me dead if I ever do this again!”    Other exhibitors might be thinking they’d never do that show again, but I was also thinking I’d figure out how to get a year’s worth of house payments in the bank.

Home and garden shows generally run the best part of a week, and the hours are brutal.  Ten in the morning to ten at night.  Precious little traffic for the first five days.  I took my spinning wheel to pass the time when I was at a show like that.

So, I was in Michigan, at a home and garden show.  My booth was a corner, first one in line at the craft show after leaving the floor of the home and garden show.  There were telephone booths I could see just inside the main hall, and at the end of the first day some kitchen gadget in a box was left on the shelf at one of the phone booths.  The gadget in a box sat on the shelf Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.  Saturday night, on the way out, I said to myself “Obviously no one is coming back for this; I’ll just take it home.”  And I put it in my bag.

Week day traffic to the home and garden show was light enough that the exhibitors could park in the lot of the exhibition center.  But weekend traffic was so heavy that we were required to park off site and ride a shuttle bus to the exhibition center.  When I got on the shuttle bus Sunday morning my arms were extra full, so I set my coffee cup on the seat.

That coffee cup was a Hotjo brand.  Nice broad bottom with a rubber coating.  Sat right on the console of the van and didn’t move an inch.  Had a plug to keep coffee from spilling.  Nice cup.  When I got to my booth I realized I’d left it on the bus.  Back out in a flash, I met the bus bringing the next load of exhibitors.  No one had turned it in.  It wasn’t there.  But, there were two busses shuttling.  I waited for the next bus.  No cup.  I knew it was karma.  The kitchen gadget was packed up in my suitcase, in my van, miles away.  The shuttles were done running.  I paid the price. 

At home I offered the gadget to Jan.  “I shouldn’t have taken it, but I did, and my cup wasn’t on the bus.”  She wouldn’t take it.  So, I gave it to someone without the confession.  Ever since then, if it looks iffy, we’re bound to say “If you do that your cup won’t be on the bus.”

On the other hand, twenty odd years later, I find almost always my cup is on the bus.  Thank you, universe.

And, a little “your cup won’t be on the bus” story from my daughter, who owns a restaurant.  She likes to use little Dutch windmill salt and pepper mills on her tables.  One night a server followed a couple out of the restaurant, attempting to say “Oh, excuse me, madam, but I believe our salt and pepper mill fell into your purse.”  The server screeched up short behind the couple, who were surveying the hit and run damage to the side of their car.  The server came back in and told Beth, “Their cup sure wasn’t on the bus.”




18 comments:

  1. Now we know!!! Great story! As always . . . :)

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  2. I have often wondered about your blog title!
    I find that life works that way too.

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  3. and this has become the words of wisdom for my life too...All because of Joanne and her Karma.

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  4. Hari OM
    (me again!) Exploring different posts and Joanne, I was most struck by your picture. You see, me mother (two years gone now), being from shepherding folks, was a great 'from sheep to shawl' girl. Everything from the actual shearing, through the washing and carding, spinning and then knitting designs all her own.

    I knew I liked the 'tone' of you! This was also a delightful story. Cups have always been good measures. &*> YAM xx

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  5. I wondered how you came up with the title for your blog. Hey, thanks for the comment on The Medicare Mom.

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  6. Fell here via Folways Notebook, and glad I did. I love the story as your title had me more than curious. I too have a curious title for my blog which is why I love yours. I think I'll stick around and see what else I can find. Nice to meet you. Raining Iguanas.

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  7. I did wonder. But you know, the person was not coming back for the gadget. And you did wait til the end of the last day. Someone would have ended up with it.

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  8. I wondered about the name. Now I know.

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  9. I love that story and will probably remember it the next time a cup on the bus situation comes up.

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  10. Love this. Someday I'm hoping Trump's cup won't be on the bus.

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  11. That is a great story. I always wondered. Not sure why it took me so long to notice the extra tab.

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  12. Love the story. I think anyone who has owened and worked their own business can understand completely. Best wishes

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  13. Glad you're not trying to fix someone else's problem!

    Getting on a plane in December to go from one freezing cold place to another gives me goose bumps! I've been shivering and its only 50 degrees outside and raining. You're definitely from pioneer-stock!
    Happy and safe Travels.

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  14. This is an excellent illustration of karma and learning from life. Wonderful way to express the complexity of people and circumstances.

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  15. Karma or dharma. Perfection indeed.

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