Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Peek a Boo!

I declare, I feel like I am running in place this week. Are you hyped for Thanksgiving yet? Whole Foods was so crowded, I had to park near the dumpster, way out in the lower 40. Some people have the fever early.  Not me. I'm just ambling' along this week. Well, almost.

I mailed 6 letters this morning. Thank you, dear Anna, for the lovely, thoughtful postcard. (I shared it with O-Bird. We discussed what we both got from it.) I know I said I would answer my backlog from back to front, but I can't. It feels too regimented. Like obeying orders. So, I simply pull out an envelope and write. The more I write, the more I need to write. The more I clean, the more needs cleaning. If you think I'm exaggerating, please, take a peek.

This used to be my letter box.

This is what it looked like after I bundled the first stack. I should have counted, but I didn't want to untie the batch. See the pretty purple plastic tie? I depressed the stack with my elbow just long enough to get a knot and bow in place. Lucky me for remembering to take a pic before I worked on stack number two.

Ta-da! You'd never know it but the tie has a foam ear bud on each end. It's what they give you to plug your ears when you have an MRI. I repurpose a lot.

More mail. This used to be my writing box in the beginning. I didn't want to ruin the velvet lining, so now I use it for special things, like fountain pens, ink cartridges, postage, scissors, and must-haves I can't write without.

Then there's this. See my little lunch box mail-writing kit? It's small but it packs a lot. And it really does feel like I'm packing a lunch when I corral what I need to work downstairs, outdoors, or in the park. 

See the oval box with the flowers, to the right? Guess what's inside. Huh? I'm not telling. I got it over 10 years ago. I used it to hold tubes of watercolors. See the journal? I told you I use more than one at a time. Some people just won't believe. See the box Misty made for me? Misty, I told you it stays on my nightstand. Hey, hey!

And this. "Hey, monkey!" The boxes? They contain mail, mail related tools, embellishments, special papers . . . They began as mail-writing kits, too. I kept upgrading.

It all began with the box on the bottom. Such a lovely box. It had enough room for everything. See the journal? See??? Told ya'! 

I buy the large tin of paper cement. It saves me money. I keep two small cans for convenience, but since I refill them so often, I have to keep the big daddy close and handy. Then there's the iPod. I rock and write. On occasion. It takes a lot to make this limner play well.

Almost forgot this. I go through boxes of stationery like I'm one of Ima Hogg's heirs, or something. Maybe I should buy stock in Hallmark?

And then there's this: My first postal stamps. Elle inspired me, so I tried. Thanks, Elle! I've missed creating art. Of any kind. My week away allowed me time to sketch, to use a special gift from Patty-- which inspired me to use the clip art I bought for mail art, and my "whatever" art. Pastels never felt so good. 

Such yummy colors!

Yes, there's more. It takes a whole lot of stuff to be a letter-writer. See the dvd? I've had it since it's first release. Too bad I haven't found made time to enjoy it. It takes undivided attention to watch a foreign film with subtitles. (sigh) 

One of the best things I did while I was away fishing? I made time to make a gift for a friend. The one thing I didn't do? I didn't write a note to slip inside. That's what burnout does. Why didn't someone tell me? Warn me? Toss me a hint?

I'm trying to find my way back to center. While I was down I learned that blue is good, too. There's balance in life just as there is balance in the universe. There's up and down, and middle ground. The thing is to enjoy each place in its season.

See you in the mail.


P.S. I take better care of myself when I am blue. Funny, huh? What about you?

P.S.2 I might not write multiple replies to your multiple letters, but you still have my word: I will write. 

Be well.


  1. Are you back? Have you unpacked? Did you bring me anything??? Glad to see you have returned from Mayberry...I missed you. Oh, by the way... I love the pinked edge fish stamps! Wonderful!!

  2. Limner ~
    I received your lovely note. I will write soon. (I was in an accident a couple of days ago and am trying to rest and allow my injuries to heal. I'm having a little trouble focusing, too.) I promise, my friend, I will write soon.

  3. That blue flower is beautiful!! Did you take that shot? If so...I am jealous of your skills. =)

    Elle- she brought back herself! Which is enough of a gift for me. =D

  4. Elle! I'm back, through sickness and health. :) Glad to be back, too. I missed you, too. I caught a fish just for you. ;) I'll keep it on ice until I can get to the post office. It won't keep for long, so will try to get JC to mail it tomorrow.

    You have no idea how it feels to have your seal of approval on my fish stamp. I can only get better. You inspire me. Thanks!

  5. Motherkitty, you are in my prayers. Be well! Take care of yourself, and let others take care of you. Don't write until you are 100%. Don't be hardheaded like me.

    Have Shiloh send me e-mail updates on your progress. Okay?

  6. Misty, your photographs are stunning, so thanks for the compliment. That flower is rather symbolic of my my life. It's beautiful. It's a bit worn around the edges, but light and joy brighten my very core. I manage to survive and thrive.

    It's a rugged little flower. It has thrived since spring, inside the same pot it came in. I haven't been able to transplant it to either flower bed. It believes in me because I gave my word.

    You are so kind. I wish I had gifts for you, and everyone else. I miss my blogs. I miss writing to you all. I said I wouldn't whine and complain, because no one wants to hear about unhappiness, illness, or sad things, but the truth is, I've been thinking of giving up "Oh, Write Me." I'm physically challenged.

    I ended up in the ER tonight. I've been home less than an hour. Something went wrong after PT. Morphine and a muscle relaxer only took the edge off the horrible pain, but nothing erased the guilt I feel for having brought on such agony.

    I'm not supposed to bend my neck. I'm supposed to elevate my MacBook so I won't have to look down when I type. How? I dunno. How can I write if I can't look down?

    I am supposed to obey the physical therapist's orders, but no. I had to try and reply to posts, write three postcards, and make dinner . . . And, here I sit, with my Mac on 4 pillows, trying not to lose touch with all of you.

    Please, don't give up on me. I start a course of steroids tomorrow. I have new scripts for pain meds and muscle relaxers. I have to postpone PT for a while, and letters will be few and far between, but I'm going to keep trying until I get better or have to give in.

    I never cry uncle. So, I'll be here. Hope you will too.

    Sincerely sincere,


  7. I am so sorry you are in pain and feeling down... I hope that your new meds will ease your suffering. Take it easy and relax, we will be glad to give you as much down time and you need to get better. But please don't give up "Oh Write Me"!, it is a wonderful way to share in your life and your thoughts, and I really enjoy it. I care about you, if you can't write for awhile, I'll understand, (I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feels that way). I won't stop checking for a blog entry from you or forget you just because it has been awhile since you posted. It is easy to think of this blog world as temporal, but I believe the connections that I've made with people through blogging are more solid and stable than some of my tangible face to face relationships... I care about you and want you to know that I will support you in whatever you decide to do, but I encourage you to take what time you need and rest and relax. Blog when you can and when it pressure. I hope you feel better soon, I am sending hug and prayers for your well being your way!

  8. Oh Elle, thank you for understanding. Im just waking. I still have dried drool clinging to my cheek, but wanted to leave a note for everyone. I woke pain-free. I sat on the sofa for 15 minutes. :) Ya-a-y!

    Am drowsy, so it's off to bed I go. I'll be back.

    I'm hugging you back. You just don't feel it yet. {{elle}}