Not only did I finish my postcard challenge, I managed to add two more homemade postcards. And, I remembered to wrap a promised package. I was so proud of myself. I'd finally finished a challenge after failing the 365 mail art, the a-drawing-a-day, and I seem to have conveniently forgotten the others. Following through gives one a warm sense of accomplishment, don't you think?
I managed to commit Erin's new post office box address to memory without a hitch. So why can't I remember her new home address? She got the new home first. I believe everything happens for a reason, so finding this little tidbit when I thumbed through a two year old address book (searching for that address!) that I currently use . . . Well, it was meant to be. Not that I recall why I saved it. Or do I? I might have jotted the facts after finding another note meant to remind me to ask a pen friend about her grandmother, who used to be a postmaster. Backtracking is a wonderful thing. It can be fun too. It can even be a little disconcerting if I happen to recall the real reason after I post this. But no matter . . . The fact that the first postmaster, Irving A. Polk was established in 1903. Named after his daughter, it is the only city in the US with the name. Oh! Wait. I think I'd Googled Ft. Polk after a conversation with my mother about the time we lived in Louisiana. *sigh* All mail trivia is fair game, even if I don't remember the why behind it all.
". . . appy project is from the journal entry about my alphabet postcard project. *grin* I was feeling so good about it I simply had to write it all down.
"You've got mail!" I always think that when I've got mail. It's a good feeling, isn't it? I knew immediately who the magazine was from. Dodson, D. is the one person I know who's ever given me a subscription. Thanks, Derrick. Home subscriptions are always damaged or creased down the middle, destroying the joy from the outside in. So I buy 99 percent of the magazines that I read from B&N.
Shucks! I forgot to take a photo of my home mailbox--the cluster curse. The entire mess cants toward the curb because the sidewalk slopes, making the lock mechanism clamp down. The little key is held hostage for way too long, until I pay ransom in the form of jiggles, wiggles, and muttered threats. Finding mail at the end of the struggle today made my heart overflow. I'm talking good mail. The pob mail was frosting on my good mail day. It was so good in fact that I forgot to mail the 30 pieces of out-going mail. I did not forget to get the new stamps though!
Yes! I got the Celebrity Chefs stamps!!! Did you? I've practically held my breath since the e-mail announcing their arrival landed in my mailbox. I have Edna Lewis recipes, a Joyce Chen cleaver and bamboo steamer! I watched Julia Child on PBS; man could she handle a chicken! I didn't always understand half of what she said, but watching her cook was fun. I have thank-you notes to write to the wonderful chefs at Ani and Sepia, in Chicago. The challenge will be deciding who gets which chefs stamp.
Dining at Ani was the equivalent of eating pretty. Dish after dish after dish. And the sake? Oh, the sake!
At Sepia's we dined on beauty. Every bite was beautiful. The champagne was the stars-on-top!
I'm ashamed to confess this, but . . . Well, I declined to order dessert. Then I saw Erin's. I don't recall how it tasted, but it felt beautiful on my tongue.
Giddy from the bubbly, compliments of the chef, I think I had some of JC's birthday cake and ice cream. Now I know! I've decided which thank-yous gets the first stamp, and one is reserved for Erin. She created desserts for Ani, and they were joyous! Is a good thing I bought forty stamps!
Oh, by the way, I forgot to mail all those postcards and letters. So I drove miles and miles to another post office. It's that darn brain fog's fault.
I'm giving it credit for this as well. How did I write my address on Erin's mail? And to give the post office credit, they tried to help. They though it was just the zip that was wrong. I wrote the contents on September 7. I mailed them September 10. The return label is dated September 18. Who tried? The post office tried! I'll get another go tomorrow. All's well that ends as mail. And I've had a marvelous Monday mail day, with vacation memories on top.
I wish you good mail!