Switcheroo

I've been dealing with an annoyance for years. Both my Wii gaming box and the box for my TV plug into the same ports. That means if I want to switch to Wii, I have to unplug the cable box. If I want to watch TV, I have to unplug the Wii.

It got to the point where I just didn't bother using whichever one wasn't plugged in for long stretches.

Research led me to a device switcher, and I bought one, but I couldn't figure out how to hook it up correctly and my Wii video didn't work right. I gave up and returned to plugging and unplugging.

Sometimes.

The annoyance didn't go away, though, and since several years had passed, I thought maybe there was a new solution. There wasn't.

Device switcher.

This is where someone who doesn't have ADHD would pull out the old switcher they already bought and search for better instructions. Unfortunately, I have no idea where the switcher is and it would take me forever to locate it again, so I bought another one. It's the ADHD tax.

This device switcher, though, was much easier than the first one I bought. Maybe because it was made to be simpler? I also bought a new set of cords to go from the switcher to the TV and this one clearly labeled the two red cords "audio" and "video" so I knew which one went where.

Once I had everything, I hooked it up, fixed the settings on my Wii like the instructions I found online said, and my color was still off on the gaming system.

Yes, I mixed up the audio and video red cords for Wii.

I tried my best, but I can't tell the difference between them and this cord already in use is not labeled like the new cord. Once I fixed my mistake, everything worked beautifully!

There are no words for how much I love this. I press a button and I have Wii. I press another button and I have TV. The fact that I'm this excited? It says a lot about how annoying the situation was previously. I still marvel every time I hit a button and it's been a week now. 

Two Birds, One Stone

I bought a date stamper. I hate the fonts they use on those things, but dating my journal with stickers created major lumps in my Tomoe River paper and it's been difficult to write in because of that.

My handwriting? Not great, so I thought just buy a date stamper. It's easier to live with ugly than to deal with lumps.

And then I had a scathingly brilliant idea.

I have an undated five-year diary. It came with year stamps, but it fits on an acrylic block and it's ink, stamp, ink, stamp, ink, stamp. For maximum stamping precision, I should be using an acrylic pencil board under it, but can you imagine ink, stamp, move the board, ink, stamp, move the board?

Argh! I'd lose my mind.

Then I thought, I have a date stamper. What if I could set the month and day to nothing and just stamp the year? This is one of those self-inking stampers, so it's just stamp, stamp, stamp.

The bad news? There's no way to lose the month and while I can turn the first part of the date to be flat (for example it's Oct 6, 2026 on the stamper, not Oct 06, 2026), I couldn't do that with the second number. I could, however, turn it to a slash.

Oct / 2026

I thought about it for a moment and then decided to do it. It went so much faster and looks so much cleaner than the clear stamps I was using. Sure, I have the month along with the year, but because this stamp is smaller, it's not a problem and the top of the page has the month anyway.

This ugly font date stamp has solved two issues! 

Another Aspirational Idea

Last week, I mentioned aspirational hobbies and I forgot to mention my book journal.

The image to the left is from 2025. This is the journal I ended up throwing away because it was such a disaster.

2026 was going to be different, though! I wasn't going to make the same mistakes this year that I made in 2025. And I didn't.

Instead? I just didn't ever work on the book journal.

Print out book covers of the books I read and cut them out with my sticker cutting machine? I can do that later.

Write up my thoughts about the book? Briefly because I was doing very limited space for each book in the journal. I knew I wasn't going to want to write much. Yeah, that can wait, too.

And as more and more things kept going into the it-can-wait column, it became absolutely daunting to even think about doing any of it. So I haven't. I literally haven't touched the journal since January.

Instead, I have a list of the books I've read in my regular planner. On a full page sticker that gives me room to list the books, authors, format I read it in, and star rating. This is what I've been doing. I did it in 2025, too.

I've conceded. No book journal for 2027 unless I feel compelled and then I'll just stick it in the 2026 journal that I abandoned. But the book list in my planner? That's perfect. That works for me. That's so much easier and I'm all about easy because there are other things I'd rather focus on. 

Hobbies

One of the challenges I face with ADHD is jumping into new hobbies full tilt. Before I know whether or not it's worth buying all the things necessary for said hobby.

Sometimes I get lucky, like with knitting and it's a hobby I continue with. That means investing in all the knitting needles and cords and stitch markers, etc was worth it because I'm using them regularly.

Then there are the hobbies that are less successful.

An example here is that I bought a machine that cuts stickers and vinyl. I can make my own stickers for my planner! This will be awesome! This will save me money!

Yeah. So I kind of make stickers when I feel like it, but it's not often because my laser printer flakes off ink when the sticker sheets first come off the printer, and if I don't grab them off fast enough, I have patches that look like someone did a bad job with an eraser.

I have an all-in-one inkjet that used to belong to my dad, but it doesn't produce a high quality image, and because I rarely use it, the ink is frequently dried out and it gets expensive to keep putting in new cartridges.

Also, it's just so much easier to order stickers. They look better, they're cut better because my cut lines end up too wide, and they're usually on thinner sticker paper so they don't bulk up my planners.

This is midway between success and failure because I sometimes still do it, just not often.

Then there are the aspirational hobbies. Like sewing.

I like to think I'd sew more if I could get the craft room organized with enough space to leave the machine out all the time. And maybe I would because I am so picky about my T-shirts. (SOOOOOO PICKY!)

But this is an aspirational hobby more than something I actually do.

On the plus side? My mom gave me one of her sewing machines when I moved to Atlanta, so I didn't have to buy one. I do, however, have a stash of fabric and I bought pins and sewing machine needles and other little things. I did resist buying the specialty sewing machines.

Barely. 

Adventures In Mailboxes

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It seems as if every week there’s a new adventure. I’m tired of adventures, but this one? I especially did not like.

My subdivision has group mailboxes, which means a trip up the street to get my mail, and because they have parcel lockers, I can’t even get my packages brought to the door. (Aside: If I move again, it’s going to be to a house with a mailbox in the front yard. I’m over schlepping boxes from the group boxes to my home.)

Last month, I stopped with the car on my way home because I had a few packages to pick up. I was already irritated because I’d put in a request on USPS’s Informed Delivery to bring two of the boxes to the door. They were part of a subscribe‑and‑save delivery, and at least one of them was going to be heavy‑ish.

I’m muttering complaints as I get out of my car and walk to the boxes. I open mine, see something hanging, but assume it’s a piece of plastic. I grab the parcel locker key and reach back in for the one package that fit in my box. As I pull it out, my hand brushes that piece of plastic.

That’s when horror washes over me. That’s not a piece of plastic.

It’s a tiny dead frog hanging by one leg from the box above mine into mine.

And my hand brushed it. Ewww.

I never even looked at the thing hanging there, and I know there’s an issue with tiny frogs getting into the group boxes because I went up there one day last summer while the mail person had the unit open. A number of the lower boxes had amphibians trapped inside. “It happens all the time,” the mail carrier told me when I mentioned it.

I remember being grateful my box was near the top and that I’d never had a frog in my box.

Guess my lucky streak ended.