Saturday, January 7, 2012

Bringing the F Werd Back

I'm not one for making resolutions at the beginning of a new year. Back when I was in Central Junior High, in Lawton, Oklahoma, our English Lit teacher had us write resolutions, seal the list in an envelope, and give it to her. Then, just before the end of the year she returned them, and she asked if we'd kept our resolution.


Well, being young and all, I hadn't. I hadn't even taken the assignment seriously, since one resolution was to be nicer to my boyfriend. I dumped him months before I got my list back. I don't even remember what else was on it, but making promises I knew I'd forget or not keep went the way of putting dried black eyed peas in the coin purse on my wallet come New Year's Day. I got tired of being embarrassed when those dried peas fell out, rolled across the counter at the store, and laid bare my country superstition for all the world to see. And, yes, I knew better, but when in Jasper . . . Besides, who wanted coins? I wanted green backs, and I ate enough collard greens all year long.See, the peas represented coins, and the collards represented bills, as in dollar bills. Who else did this?!? Come on, don't be ashamed. We're all friends up in here. Did dried peas keep my wallet stuffed? Well, no. But you knew that, right?


So. I made myself a promise a few days ago. You can call it a resolution if you so choose, but to me, it's a promise, and I intend to keep my word. Notice I didn't say I would try to keep my word. Trying means I allow myself enough leg room to fail. I read somewhere that it takes 21 days to form a habit. I haven't been doing my thing that long yet, but it's already becoming a habit.



I came down with something recently. It meant taking it easy. It meant just letting it ride until my body whipped its butt. So, I obeyed the prescribed protocol. I stayed in bed a lot, had pots of hot tea, with lemon. There was a time when I could have had a hot toddy, but that's history. So, Gatorade, water, and no dairy made do. I used paper towels after I ran out of Kleenex. I used alcohol to kill the germs on my hands when I wrote a little letter. A postcard. And I DID NOT WHINE. Oh, no. No whining allowed up in here this year. 

I got my lap desk, my packets of markers, a pencil--could not find the kneaded eraser--and I used my awesome Derwent watercolor pad. I doodled to limber up. And every day I did something colorful. 


A letter a day keeps the gloomies away. Told myself I would tinker with a letter a day--from A to Z. Ha! 


Without rhyme or reason, 'tis the season to go with the flow. No resolutions! Just let it go. And I did. I loved typography in art school. I love letters. The funkier, the better.


I like a mystery. Wonder who sent this? Said it's from an old friend from the past. Inside are three . . . You got one too, right? I know who this is, right? Thanks, friend from the past. You are just too good and forgiving for someone like me. 


First entries to the February contest, plus!


More give-away goodness!


I made my first star! You, too, can have fun in bed. All you need is the desire not to whine, a glue stick, some craft tissue paper, a sharp knife, and instructions. Can't you just see colorful stars dangling from the ceiling, in front of my window? Oh! I can! I can! Cause I've got a plan.

I used striped paper for my experimental first. I'm going to use primary colors next. Um, notice the red droplets near the studded A? Aha! Sharp k-n-i-f-e?

Peace, Peace, and more Peace! It's time for more tea. The more you tea, the more you wee. Since Justin Timberlake brought sexy back, I figured I'd do the same for fun . I am having fun! Hope you are, too.

Thank you!


11 comments:

  1. Derrick! So professional. :) Thank you. Very nice.

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  2. Oh my still ill are we ? Im finally on the road to mend or so i think I guess we will know on Monday (the drs ).

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  3. Small world Limner... I lived in Lawton in 1972 and part of 1973... My dad was stationed at Ft. Sill. I lived on I Street... What years were you there?

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  4. Just the annual seasonal gunk that goes around, phone lady. I always blame it on JC. Engineers hardly ever wash their hands, don't use Kleenex 'cause they're too manly, and they pass sickness around the way they pass ribald jokes. ;) He blames me. Says I pick up bugs from sick kids in the grocery stores, then bring them home to pass on to him. Of course the cats blame each other. :)

    Glad you're better. Be well. Good luck with the doctor.

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  5. Um, Derrick, I assumed you meant your super nice postcard. I like it. It has a place on the cork board. Am I wrong?

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  6. For real! Although my father was stationed at Ft. Sill several times, our last stay there was in 1968. My sister, Doris was born there. Moving so often is how I learned to love letter-writing.

    Wow. Sitting here thinking back on those times. Leaving and eventually losing friends. :) I met the boy who inspired me to become an artist when I was a student at Central. We shared an art class. His name was Bobby Hill. LOL! He had tons of freckles and red hair. Used to walk behind me on our long way home from school. He was deaf. Used to turn off his hearing aid in class. Drove the English Lit teacher nuts, but our art teacher was cool. Gosh, but he had the most beautiful hands, and he drew like one of the Masters. I wanted to draw like Bobby. :( He was so advanced. He drew better than our teacher. LOL.

    Thanks for a wonderful walk down memory lane, Elle.

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  7. the phone.. yes.. pretty easy to pluck out

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  8. Wow Limner...one more thing we have in common! We were both army brats! Yes, moving so often was a motivation for me to learn to write letters to keep in touch with friends I just made and had to leave. Until the sad day I just stopped making friends altogether, since I was just going to have to leave them... fortunately that phase of life was short lived :) Hugs to you from Costa Rica. We head out today...sigh.

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  9. Go Army! LOL! Especially in times of peace. You reminded me of this: Moving a lot meant making more friends than the average bear. :) Yes, it taught me how to write letters early on. Invaluable lessons were learned, tho they chafed in the beginning. :) I hated being the new kid, but others always broke through my shyness barrier (totally invisible) and included me in their circles. Wow. Kind of like what happened with this letter-loving crowd. So nice.

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