Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Wednesday's Mail Is Full Of Something Else


Wednesday's mail, unlike Wednesday's child, is not full of woe. Still and all, I wrote today's letter last night. I owe one for today. It will be writ! One-a-day is April's way, and for the month I decided to play. As you can see I'm still working my bee. Between ye and me? Tis the season to be a busy bee! 

Truth is, insomnia ruled the roost last night. I wrote a letter. Two would have been better. But I sketched instead. My pencil is rusty from disuse. Shame on it. All those cowboys and girls chomping to get out. Last month The Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo was the place to be, instead my pencil was dry. I had grand plans for new postcards but it wasn't happening. Probably because I hate rodeos. Well, I hate what they do to the animals. Western wear is cool though, and coincidentally, one of my current reads, Flight Behavior, has a character named Hester. Hester loves cowboy boots and western shirts with piping. She sounds like an ode to the ro-de-ro-de-ro-de-Oh! 


Maybe Hester is the reason I let Chester loose from my piano pencil's lead last night? He looked familiar, so a little thumbing. . . 


. . . yielded this guy. Such a cool Stetson, huh? My style has definitely changed but this was a fun postcard two years ago. I finally saw The Lone Ranger, thanks to Direct TV, and it seems like cowboys are always on my mind lately. Such a waste of time, that movie. 


So. Tuesday was Earth Day. Hooray-Yay! I sowed wildflower seeds. I almost bought that expensive sling shot that uses flower seeds inside mud balls as ammo; flinging them was much more eco friendly, yes? What did you do to improve our planet? Please don't say you exhaled.


And, Nephew II sent this image. It took seven days with two stamps but it got there. He was so happy, I think I will send him photos and a letter as often as I can. Doesn't it make you feel good when someone is grateful for your mail? It's one of the reasons we write on. Right?


Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.


I am Wednesday's Friday's child? You?


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