Friday, November 16, 2012

Oh, Write!

I ran away from my sickbed this afternoon. Could not stand it another minute. I took a long shower first though. I shampooed longer than was necessary, although my hair has grown at least a quarter of an inch since its last. It felt good to be clean again. I put on a favorite cotton shirt and my one clean pair of gray slacks, my navy and yellow "barefoot" Merrells, and off I went.

JC moved his beloved truck way-way-waaay over in the driveway. Driving felt weird. Everything sounded amped up. My arm shook from heaving my bronze age bag downstairs, across the kitchen, through the pantry, past the washer and dryer, and into the garage. By the time I got the Honda's door open I was so tired, all I could do was fling it over in the general direction of the passenger's seat. Was wheezing and sweating--wanting to cuss, but I gave it up for Lent. Anyway. It took a long time to back out into the street. As luck would have it, school was out.

A bus disgorged a group of bad asses. You know the kind. The ones who think they pay taxes and own the streets because they do. The sidewalks are too good for them. So, they walk five or six or ten abreast, like they're made of rubber bumpers. At least three are the size of the Michelin man. No, I am not making fun of obese kids. Am only stating the facts. Oh. Did I forget to say they're middle schoolers? No matter. I just drove on--too tired to swerve or pretend to. The street cleared all magic-like.

The sky was beautiful. Traffic was a monster. No matter. It just felt great being alive. And clean. Felt like I flew to the post office. They'd missed me! Honey Blonde asked where I'd been. Before I could answer she asked, "You've been sick? You look like you've been under the weather." The old me would have been horrified. I'd have worried about being noticeably thinner, having raccoon eyes, bed head, permanent sheet marks on my cheeks. No more. I laughed and told her I was fresh from my first shower in a week. Then I counted out 16 pieces of mail onto her counter top. It felt so good. I felt like I'd made a down payment on a long overdue debt. There would be no foreclosure on my mail account.

Then there was this. Oh, there was mail! Good mail. All mail. I was so happy, I even kept the junk piece addressed to BOXHOLDER, sent to me from They offer me professional ministry training, cutting-edge tools, and extraordinary experiences in one of the most unique seminary programs in America" I can earn a Bible Certificate or a Master of Divinity. They're not that far away either: Just off Mason Road, here in Katy. Well, imagine that!

I grabbed everything, hugged it against my chest and shuffled to the parking lot. I gotta back my train up a little bit. JC gave me good mail before I left. Against his judgment. The leaving part, not the mail part. I had good mail from home too. I didn't have to honk to get the cattle out of the street. Oh, happy day. Am I ever glad I decided to make myself feel better by getting up and at 'em. So. I sat in the parking lot and examined each piece. I smiled. The sun felt good on the back of my neck. In the beginning God said, "Let there be light." To this day it lights me up from the inside-out first. It shines down every day. Even when I cannot or will not look up. Well, today I imagine Him saying, "Let there be mail." And there is. A lot. And especially when I'm not so sure I deserve it. There was so much mail today y'all. 

"You wanna go where everybody knows your name." I heard that. And for once I was glad that I wasn't as invisible as I try to be. You see, a post office box and a mailbox are places where everybody there knows your name. You get what I'm saying, right? 

Please, take a break here 'cause this is gonna be a long one. There will be photos from here on out as well. I sat. I looked at all my mail. I'd forgotten my phone and my Swiss Army Knife. I used a weird thing to open two envelopes. One was from my Sunshine Girl.

Dang! It's upside down, but I gotta tell you. I asked for a copy of this. I saw it as a note card. It also reminded me of my white leaf. I wish you could see this up close. Apologies for the poor quality but my arm shakes too much for a better shot right now. And, I am in a hurry.

There's this, too, and it's not a quality shot either. I shot it during today's gloaming. It's an amazing misty shot taken on Mt. Rainer. There are others but these are already hanging on a wall. I left the post office and drove to Aaron Bros. for mats and frames.

It's Mr. Kitty from Freezerburned! On a notecard that bore wishes for sunshine, and guess what. The sun was shining on my neck! I was in Aaron Bros. parking lot. I couldn't see me going home without those mats and frames. Great images, Susan. Thank you.

Then there was the letter that made me smile, grin, and laugh, too. I laughed so hard the family in a car three parking spaces to my left must have heard me, 'cause . . . Well, have you ever felt like you were being watched? I turned over the ignition, began to slowly back out, and when I checked to my left, the whole dang family was staring at me. I did a double take. Then I stared back. I am 90% sure they are Korean, but still. The mother, the father, who was way over in the driver's seat, and the teen in the back stared like I was stripping or something. They craned their necks until I passed. Oh, but you have no idea how much I wanted to do something else to entertain them. Like unzipping my face and have Petraeus stare back. 

Dodson, D. is to blame. Laughing now! Sorry-sorry. My nose is running too. Sheesh. More about this later. Kaylee sent some amazing art. OMG! Moving on . . .

Who among you has ever sent mail with fatal flaws in the address? You can tell me. You have to tell me. Seriously. I have no shame lately. Ever read the story "Flowers for Algernon?" Hint. 

When I opened my mail box this afternoon, I thought I'd:

1. Had a stroke.
2. Lived in a parallel universe.
3. Been punked by the post office.

Three letters were returned. When I saw them, I whispered, "Oh, my God." And I looked around to see if anyone saw. SMH. Poor me. Millicent, you moved! Another case of CRS set in around the time I wrote that. And, Anna, both your letters came back home. There might even be a third returning soon. Now. Just like certain men caught with their britches down around their ankles, "I take full responsibility for all this. I could swear before Congress that I had Anna's address right. I even tried to convince that the post office was wrong. Anna, too. I thought the girl had moved. But, no. I just made up the last half of her address from memory. (SMH= smacking my head.) Oh, yeah, I used to know my regulars' addresses by heart. I didn't know it's 10 PM either. My, my, but this has been a long day. 

Goodnight. And thanks for writing. 

"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely."  ~Pam Brown


  1. Oh dang, I hate it when mail comes back. Yes, I have placed the wrong address on envelopes before. It happens when I have too many things on my plate and I'm not focused on the task at hand.

    For the record, I don't think the leaf is upside down. That's the way I shot it and I've made several cards with the same print and I struggled with turning it the other way too. LOL!

    I'm sooooooo happy you got some sunshine. Can you send it back to me now? I haven't seen the sun all week.

    I look forward to reading your future post on what made you laugh so hard it made your nose run!

  2. Glad to entertain. I'll be here all week.

  3. I'm glad you got some good mail and I'm sorry that so many letters got returned. Today was a good mail day for me :)

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