Hey, y'all. Remember back when my Baby Mac was in the hospital? It seems so long ago; then I remember all the mail and drawings that are forever lost and it seems like yesterday. No, I don't wallow in what's gone, but I'm enjoying amassing new photos and drawings. You know I was remiss in forgetting to share something sweetly mail related. How could I? Shame on me, huh? Well, I blame it on spending more time away than I used to.
The day of the cricket match reminded me that there's more room out than in. No, not that way! I mean to say that there's more room for expansion outside the four walls than there is inside our home and our fenced-in backyard. And, the more I go, the more I know. *grin* Trite but true. Don't get me wrong though. I discover something new every day on our little plot of land. If I cannot go to the world, the world comes to me. It comes via mail and Mom Nature, in special ways. Thanks for all the lovely bird mail! Come winter I plan on creating an album of bird mail. Do I see a book in my future?
Sometimes good things come as unbidden guests; they come in the guise of disasters, mishaps, and as gifts, even when you kick and scream as you try to hold on to what is much loved and familiar. Case in point: My red phone case cracked and split when I took it off to clean my phone. Oh, woeful was I! Then my Baby Mac kicked the bucket. Now, when I am in the Apple Store I tend to pore over the walls. In inches. Degrees. At a snail's pace. I halted when I came to the phone cases. Glory be! I needed a replacement, so . . . Don't you like it when you use a thing until it's worn out? It means you've justified owning it. Reminds me of The Velveteen Rabbit.
But anyway . . . I was engaged with a cute phone case about midway in the wall when JC said, "What about this one?" You might think he'd know what I like by now, seeing as how we've known each other since we were sixteen, but that's not the case. When it's time for gifts I make a list of five items, and he chooses one, so try to imagine my shock and delight when he showed me this:
Do you have one? Cute, yes?
I cannot help but wonder who designed this for Kate. Am willing to bet she doesn't write mail like we write. And who is Mr. Tate?
Check out the postmark. Spade stamps! Am liking the eye of the camera! There are people who take awesome photos with their iPhone cameras. Are you one of them? I'm not. Wish I were capable. Oh! That reminds me. I ordered a 30-700 mm lens for my crippled Olympus. The next day the lens went on sale. Dear me.
After five days, return to . . . ? That's no good. If I lose it want my phone returned to me immediately, and not to Mr. Tate. Wouldn't you? But I vaguely recall that after five days instruct from envelopes. Ah, the things I forget. But, do you wonder if people send mail to Mr. Tate just for the heck of it? I am so tempted. LOL!
So, I sent an e-mail to the person-in-charge-with-the-nice-sounding-name, who initially contacted me to confirm the purchase. I asked, politely, if I might cancel the order and buy it again at the discounted price. You never know unless you ask. Right? Well. Surprise. E. T. gave me a $100.00 reduction. It should have been $150.00 but I took it, and counted myself fortunate. Sometimes an e-mail is mo betta than snail mail, y'all.
Do you reckon this is Kate's version of an embellishment? Not bad. It earns attention because of the placement. The repetition and the magic of three are incorporated. Oh, the lessons I've learned. Lesson of Note: The world heard us! Do you pay attention to the amount of mail ephemera that's in play now? I do! I do! If only someone would design an iPad cover to match! I should! I should!
Am off for another jaunt. Oh, the things I will tell when I'm back. Until then . . . Write on!