Words to live by.
When I feel things are beyond my control I often get the blues. Well, first I am anxious. I fret. I get frantic. Then I start a slow downward spiral. You see, I used to earn my living by being in control of my surroundings. I made things happen. I made sure my domain ran smoothly. I made sure we had everything that was required for smooth-running. Recall the lyrics to the Cee Lo Green song? . . . "if you really think you're in control . . ." But, maybe I'm crazy.
So. Try to imagine what it's like not being in control of my own outgoing mail. There's pulled hair surrounding my work spaces. I've chewed off my nails. I've lived through self-imposed exile. And I am still behind.
Guess what. I know why. I know why no matter how hard I try, I will not be on top of things; my mail stacks won't shrink; I'll keep wondering how I run through so much ink . . . Unless I stop this madness.
I backtracked to the beginning of my woes. Yes, that is precisely-exactly-rightly what needed doing. I needed to find the spot where I derailed; then I could repair the rails and move on. Guess what else. I am on it.
Isn't this pleasing to the eye? The colors belong to sumer-past and autumn-present. That little tattooed looking corner? "Hmm. Let me see," said the blind man.
Oh! What can it be?
More uncanceled stamps . . .
Lovely black ink-stamped embellishments.
Tit for tat?
Oh, you can believe it is!
My avatar. And a simple thing to do.
What is it? It's a tee from Misty!
Misty with the blue eyes. I didn't know they were until today. I enlarged her photograph 'cause I needed a closer look. :)
Thank you, dear friend. It actually fits! LOL! Can a person tell someone's size from their letters? Whoa. And guess what. This afternoon I shot a bee. For real. Nephew, JC and I were admiring JC's handiwork in the neglected flowerbed out front, and there were two bees being about. JC did some much-needed weeding for me earlier, hours before we went out for dinner, and . . . Well, take a look.
You can barely see it, but it's there. When I saw it I started humming, "Don't worry; be happy." I should have worn my shirt again but it needs washing. And as if that's not enough, there's this:
Do you recognize him? He's popular, so I'd bet you do.
Wow. Made in Egypt. Well . . .
Made in Katy, for Misty.
Wait until you see what's up for tomorrow. I'm going way back and as recent as yesterday. Don't worry; I will be caught up with my backlog before Christmas, or else . . . Or else I will be playing Santa to some sweet people. If I owe you a letter from summer, you'll get . . . something wonderful for your Christmas stocking. :D For real.
Gotta go. There's mail to be writ. Did you have a great mail day as well? Are you up for a postcard? I am in a postcard mood.