Friday, September 23, 2011

Breaking Rules

It's days like this that makes breaking rules fun. One self-imposed rule is: No fun until after the work is done. Sometimes I have to sit on my hands to stop myself from blogging when I should be leaving for an appointment, or doing laundry, or going to buy food. Inspiration strikes when it will. It does not have a schedule to keep. And because it doesn't, ideas are lost occasionally, delayed, and miscarried in the womb of creation. But not today.

Nephew is off today, so we're cleaning, doing laundry, and planning tonight's menu. All that was interrupted because we had an emergency pismire situation to deal with. Because of the severe drought, hordes of ants invade the castle. Several legions stormed the kitchen by way of spaces under and around the backdoor. They breached the trash can's protective defenses, and led tens of battalions on a foray. A raid?

Anyway, Nephew and I secured the premises, only to discover they'd sent spies upstairs, under stealth, as they used the diversionary tactic being played out below. They hit pay dirt, and called in reinforcements. They were breaking down and carting away what Nephew describes as "something that looks like orange dust." After closer inspection, he pronounced it "orange cat poo." Naturally, I knew it was more like evidence of Nephew having broken the rule of not eating upstairs.

Guess who was right? Yep. Nephew eats chocolate chip cookies in his room. They're muggled up from his stash atop the refrigerator. Auntie Limn rubbed salt into the gash by wondering aloud, "Wow, wonder what you'd do if you wake some morning, all covered in ants?" Nephew shuddered.

So, breaks come in different disguises. I get to tell you about the box that came two hours ago. Better yet, I'll let you see:

There was much more, but this is where Minuet decided she simply HAD to leap onto my MacBook, because she simply HAD to sit in the window, while I am writing. Know what? I am too tired to try retracing my thoughts. Chances are, they aren't worth the work anyhow. I don't even feel like searching for the auto copy that's supposed to be saved somewhere for goof-ups like this one. In fact, I'm going to add a few images of the many postcards that arrived from Pomegranate, and let it go for now. 

Okay, there are exceptions. I said earlier: Poor Patty. I wonder if you will be the record holder for having more copies of this postcard than anyone else on the planet, simply because you like crossword puzzles. That's paraphrasing, but . . . 

We know where this one is going, right?

I recall wanting this . . . Now I have one. I didn't count the postcards, and I don't recall how many are meant to come with each order, but I'll check all that later. Heck, I haven't even had time to checks out the bookmarks yet.

I'll be back. Sorry for the cock-up, but it's not my fault. Really. It's not.


  1. Now I know why I don't watch the JSS. Not everything is funny. McCaskgill is a mom. She's a woman, and women keep families connected. So, go on and laugh. Poke fun of a great idea. I'll bet her letters will be around long after the funny people are forgotten.

    Letters make great books. Who prints and then saves e-mails? All e-mails look pretty much alike, except for the fonts. Handwriting and doodling are one of a kind, special, personal, worth saving, an,d another thing: Who is gonna go "Aww gee, honey, look at how sweet Becky printed her name in first grade. The B is backward." Get where I'm going with this? Let US be the ones to start a letter writing campaign. If not a letter, then a postcard, for mercy's sake.

    Um, I'm writing mine right after dinner.

  2. Limner ~

    Great postcards, you lucky girl!

    The letter writing campaign is a wonderful idea.

    I have been reading that the USPS may cut down to five day a week deliveries, or worse, close down altogether. I don't think they realize how terribly important snail mail is to so many. It has been suggested by Rep. Joe Lieberman that people should write passionate letters to their congressmen/congresswomen telling them to save the USPS. I'm writing to mine. Just a thought.

  3. Motherkitty, thanks for commenting. I keep wondering if we're being blindsided on the sly. What if there are some post offices that need to be closed? Then again, if they're busy, closing would result in a loss in revenues. Something is fishy and I don't live in Denmark. Our little postoffice is busy until the doors close. Katy is no sleepy village, so why the clerks there are so worried is beyond my ken.

    Have you checked out the links the Missive Maven has posted? The more I read, the more I want to investigate. For years I have been wondering how the US postal service can sponsor events like tennis matches. And who buys souvenirs with the post office logo? Seems like major waste behind the scenes. And those pension plans, insurance packages, etc.? Maybe major restructuring is necessary.

    I am not the sharpest pencil in the drawer, but why is postage so inexpensive? I'm willing to pay more. People who cannot afford postage don't use it that often or that much. Better service, better customer service, and . . . How does the UPS store and the Mailbox stores do a better job than the postoffice? They charge more but they just hand the mail over to the mailman at 2:30. It doesn't make sense to me.

    The kiosks do brisk business as well. There's always a line. Six days a week, and some people use it on Sundays. I'm going to write letters, but I want answers, too.

    Sorry for going on about this, but things are rarely as they are painted when it comes to governments.

    Again, I appreciate your thoughts. :) I hope others who are enlightened will weigh in.

  4. Exactly things are rarely what they seem and that is my take on it .

  5. Thanks, My Lovely Lucy. :) Seems the more I read, the more I need to know, while I try to play it safe, just in case. ;) It's enough to make you sit on your hands.