Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Catching Up


Catching up is as easy as creating a new habit. I read once that a habit is . . . Well, you can look up the definition. And here's an interesting place to learn about habits and how to make them stick. http://jamesclear.com/three-steps-habit-change I'm making a habit of catching up by blogging something everyday. I spend equal amounts of time reading all the posts I missed. You won't believe the time I've spent commenting on the blogs I follow. It's done in sessions. It's easy if you set a timer. Your neck and back won't spasm out if you time yourself. Speaking of necks and backs . . . My new chair with special lumbar support arrived today. JC put it together for me. Well, he tried. Parts C, D and the headrest are missing! Parts C and D attach the seat to the base. 

A call to Amazon support showed me how grumpy and intolerant I am when I'm in pain, and the person on the other end of the line does not speak English well. I'm sensitive when dealing with others who have language barriers, seeing as how people often have problems with my own accent. I try to speak succinctly and slowly, but even the cats avoid me when I'm in pain, and I have to do something I don't want to do anyway. Feeling put out because most of the parts to the chair I need are missing, felt like a license to be rude when "Alan" had me repeat "parts C, D, and the headrest are missing" three times, and he wanted me to say it a fourth. I lose my temper maybe three times a year. I'm trying to break the habit because it's just wrong, I always feel awful after, and it's just not right. Practice still makes perfect. The more I write the stronger my muscles become. 

I hope you aren't as tired of looking at these postcards as I am. There are lessons to be learned here, right? Boy, will I be glad when the lesson learned becomes a habit. Three finished postcards are in the Out Box. 



This Charley Harper postcard is as graphic as it gets. It's one of my favorite. I like everything about it, down to the poop on the pilings. 


All the postage I ordered came today! I used the first space themed stamp on a letter I wrote last year. I have a habit of writing letters and misplacing them; there are "wait until the next day" or "letters that require a cooling off period" before sending too, so I opened this one just to be sure. I've lost enough pen pals. Turns out it's a Christmasy letter. Oh! Maybe I should wait and send it as part of my "Christmas in July?" 


I bought this for a pen friend last year then decided the message was meant for me all along. I tend to let the yesterdays of losing pen pals use up enough of my postal todays. May I never mention the losses again, and cherish the pen friends that remain. Most of you know about the recent floods our area has been plagued with, so allow me to tell you this: A woman's home was flooded. Everything was lost. She didn't wast time letting yesterday take up too much of her today; the family got busy cleaning up and preparing to rebuild. She told a news reporter, "The next thing I knew, a group of Mormons showed up and started working." We're making a lot of lemonade in Texas lately.

Thank you.

Limner
  


10 comments:

  1. I'm going to keep that last quote for myself. Oh, and the first quote, too! Here in Louisiana, we've had floods this year, too, and it is heart-breaking to see the damage, but always encouraging to see the way people respond.

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    1. :) That Cherokee proverb is powerful medicine. It's a magnet so it's next to my desk on a side of my mini Bisley where I see from anywhere in the room. We weren't aware of flooding in Louisiana. You have our empathy.

      Yes, hard times bring out the best in people.

      Be well.

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  2. three weeks for a new habit...right? I was very happy to see you were catching up on my blog and leaving your clever and delightful comments. Thank you. I, too, am very nice about accents -- living in SF you really have to be....but I get fed up with customer service phone calls where people can't communicate properly in English...come on....Anyway, keep taking it one day at a time...or one hour...

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    1. You know the concept? :) Goodness, yes! I have months of blog posts to catch up on. I follow more than mail bloggers. There's food, art, genealogy . . . too many to list. Reading the mail blogs is a treat. Feels like I've been in a coma and am just waking up. :) Well, it's how I imagine it must feel. There's so much new stuff to see and explore. You are always busy! There's always something fun to learn. Timers are my new best friend.

      Be well.

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  3. You didn't lose me! We've gone months without writing before ... I knew you'd be back ... I just KNEW IT!!!! And I'm so happy about that!

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    1. I'd hug your neck if I could! Your photos take me outdoors, inward, and far and away. I get something new from my favorite bloggers. You're one of them. Thanks for being steadfast.

      Aw, gee. Now you've got me blushing and all sentimental. Thank you. You're worth knowing.

      Be well. :)

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  4. Limner,
    Now I know another reason I like you...you like Charley Harper. I'm an admirer as well. All his birds thrill me. Do you know the roadrunner one? It tells such a story as do all his paintings.
    Write me whenever you wish. I always say: I will write back, but it may be a while.

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    2. Leigh, I saved the roadrunner for myself! When I was three we set our clocks by the roadrunner that strutted from the woods, down the road in front of my grandparent's house, and entered the corn field through the barbed wire fence. She took the same path everyday around 2 PM. Sometimes we saw her in the morning too when she faithfully did her shopping, and we always stopped what we were doing to witness the ritual. I loved that bird, but oddly enough, I never liked the Roadrunner cartoon show.

      I'm eating my mail elephant one nibble at a time. I may never write the way I used to; cursive isn't as easy now. My muscles often misbehave. I miss drawing more than anything, but mim and Pamela reminded me of the good that comes with limitations. Besides, late mail is often as good as having a savings account. You never know when you'll need to make a withdrawal, but you accrue interest no matter what.

      If that doesn't make sense blame it on the heat. It got to me today. I might not never show my face in Home Depot again. Stay cool! It's scorching here in Katy.

      See you in the mail.

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    3. (sigh) Leigh, I need your mail address AGAIN. That happens often after I archive and forget to add addresses first! Thanks for your forgiving spirit. :D

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