Cigar Box Redux
I once had a slim cigar box on top of my desk. It was sort of like an external junk drawer: a catch-all for loose change, give away pens, old post-it notes, a nail brad, or an old piece of gum. It also held the best aroma of tobacco. Occasionally I would purge the contents. One time, I popped an old piece of Trident gum into my mouth instead of the trash and almost immediately my lips started to tingle and my heart started beating faster. I had unwittingly had made some home cured nicotine gum!
Another of my favorite cigar boxes was larger and offered much more real and imagined posssibility. It opened on the top and had additional access through a front center flap door. I loved that little door so much; I had to find a way to repurpose the box. Drilling a hole into one side of the box to accommadate the plug of a power strip was all it took to make it into a perfect charging station!
Months later, I used it to camouflage the white Bose radio in our living room.
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My friend Carolyn was visiting last week. Saturday was unseasonably cold; it actually started snow! I thought it would be nice to have a fire and I asked my husband, Ken, to start one for us. As he was preparing to make the fire, he approached me with the aforementioned cigar box in hand and asked would I mind if he used it for tinder.
I think I sort of yelled.
I definitely was shrill.
What was he thinking?
My "good" cigar box?
No, you can't use my cigar box as tinder!
Turns out he wasn't looking to burn the cigar box as tinder,
he wanted to use the cigar box to hold the tinder.
A Tinder Tender.
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