Has anyone told you that if you lose your mind up in Hallmark, and wind up with the big bag, you will get something for it? A kind of holiday Prozac?
Oh? No one told you? Well, I will. The dose wore off real fast once my girl saw the receipt and the milligrams. They did not cancel each other out. She thinks I learned a valuable lesson though. See how dazed she appears? What big eyes, she has? Well, she sees all, and her name is Truth. Truth said to me, "Girl, go back tomorrow and buy something for ten dollars. Then call it quits."
She shook her head at me 'cause she couldn't shake a finger, and added, "And don't be buying into one liners. They got it wrong. Occasions are, because life finds reasons for them to be." See? I told you the girl is smart.
Sixty-nine cards for different persuasions, and I have addressed this many. That's three boxes and eight singles. Shucks! I forgot "Felice Navidad." Oh, well. There's always tomorrow. But, 69 minus 11, minus 8 separates equals? Not enough. None of the above are addressed to my immediate family. Almost every year I mail 65 holiday cards. That's real time friends, family, plus JC's boss and co-workers and his relatives as extras. To think I used to address envelopes for pay. Oh, my.
Sorry for the poor shot, but my arm hurts, and I am not about to remove the SIM card from the reader, insert it into My Therd Eye, focus and shoot it again. I know you will like it as much as I do tough. Used to be, I bought at least one ornament each Christmas. Now we're lucky if I . . . Well, never mind. It's cute, huh?
It's the sweetest thing, called "Postal Penguins."
I like how the two help each other out. And someone needs to help the little one 'cause his list isn't even in an envelope. Can you click on the image and read at least one item on that list? Their mailbox is "something else," as my grandma used to say. I have no idea who(m) I will give it to. Should I keep it for myself? I mean, there's the give-away in five days. I have so many great pen friends, that it wouldn't be fair to give just one, and goodness knows I cannot afford one for each one of you.
Oh! I got this for Elaine. Think she'll like it? She is a year older on the 12th. The only Beatles recording I have ever bought is Eleanor Rigby. I bought Ray Charles' version first. Last year. Am I in a corner by myself? Is there at least one among you who doesn't have any Beatles music? And why does Hallmark have so much Beatles stuff? I got this mug for my sister because so many of her neighbors are good to her. She called me a couple of nights ago to tell me how yet another neighbor brought her dinner. She said, "Cade, do you think it's because they think I am poor?" I said something along the lines of, "Of course not silly sister! They do it because they are kind and they know you cannot do much for yourself. I call them blessings." So, the mug is a reflection of the many kindnesses in her daily life.
Six pieces of mail went out today. And there was lovely mail in my box! Oh, joy! These guys were too cute to toss, so I arted them up just a bit. Isn't the bow-meister cute? Together, they are the funk-meisters!
Count 'em. Six. I answer from my backlog of lovely mail almost every day. I SMH when I get letters from some of you, wanting to know why I haven't answered. Please, I hope you remember my sister was dying. After she passed I had nothing to write about. But those who know me even a little bit know that I will answer. I'm slowly finding my way back. It just takes time. I killed my Postcrossing account because I couldn't keep up, and it wasn't fair to try and pretend that I could. I almost feel that way about writing letters. I won't pull the plug until after I answer everyone whom I owe a reply. You have my word. Then I went and promised Pamela a letter. Am I addicted? Seriously? Do you think?
P.S. I only lied twice. Karen, it's the truth. I think.