Friday, August 12, 2016

Olympics Mail


Instinct whispered in my ear, "Girl, you need to rip that up. You drew better than this when you were in grade school."  Pride hollered, "OMG! How can you even THINK of posting this hotter -than-Texas mess???" Embarrassed, I closed my Moleskin, tucked it on the bottom of my paper necessaries, and moved on. 


It began with this quick sketch. I realized it was in trouble when the realization that no bike ever looked like this smote my brain. My head ached really hard when I had to admit that third leg did nothing to give an impression of peddling. Those tail feathers look like streamers. The outside leg could not find a pedal! Those ghostly unfinished images look like they're hanging their head in shame, or else they don't want to be identified. 

JC, my cheering squad of one, tried to make it be something it wasn't. He said the bike was a new design for racing bikes. See why I hug him hard enough to make his ribs creak? He missed that third leg. (grin) There comes a time when a body has to know when to let go though, right? You don't have to necessarily let go of the thing since you can always start over, but you have to let go of your pride. We learn more from the mistakes than successes--seeing as how mistakes make success possible. I can draw a passable human riding a bike; what I'm not good at is drawing a cartoon bird on a bike because lines blur, but I tried. And tried again.




Yes! I did it. I sent mail to Rio. My goal is to send as many congrats as I can because I hope the odds of my mail making it increase due to sheer determination, faith, and volume. I call it covering my bases too. I get my lap desk, position my tools within easy reach, and go with the flow while I watch the Games. Things don't go well when I try too hard. Performance anxiety? Probably. Persistence pays off though. JC mailed five gold wishes for the women's gymnastics team several days ago. Last night I did twelve postcards meant for todays mail. My sore neck proves it wasn't a dream. It didn't happen because I forgot to take pictures before JC left. There's always tomorrow.

So. Yes, I made scrambled eggs when I was going for easy over, but just like those Olympics athletes, I shook it off and continue to go for gold. My gold? Knowing Teams USA members 've written to will get my mail wishes, or it will come back to me with a Rio postmark. Am I only dreaming? No matter. Just like those seven little guys who whistled while they worked--I'm grinning instead. This is fun!


My mail is stacking up nicely; not toppling mind you, because I sneak in a few replies during events such as rowing, rugby, men gymnastics, table tennis, trampoline, archery, badminton, boxing . . . This is the first day I've not gone out. A first in awhile! JC caught whiffs of cabin fever at the onset, and we've been gone most of the day for four in a row. The post office is always first, or last as we make our way homeward. On this day I waited for him to bring the international postage stamps for the athletes in Rio. There were none. So we drove for miles to the best little post office we know. They have everything.


My chariot. A Texan is in big trouble if they leave children, pets, or senior citizens in a vehicle even if the windows are down. I cannot help but wonder which category JC assigns me. Hmm. Since we need a step ladder for my exits it's easier to leave me in the car with the a/c on. I do enjoy the cooled seats. Please don't tell. An elderly couple died from heat; their a/c didn't work. Without a thyroid gland, I am even less able to tolerate heat; my thermostat still does not work well which translates in a need to work harder at staying cool. I hope y'all are cool in every way.


Hydration is key. Iced hydration is key-er. Writing letters, notecards, and postcards inside while hydrating with iced liquids is as keyed as I can imagine. If you can top that without being in a pool or atop a mountain . . . let me know. Write on. Write like you're going for the gold! 

Limner






8 comments:

  1. Great post! I adore your fat chick and I say put some duct tape on that voice in your head. I never even noticed the 3rd leg!!!!

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  2. Thank you!!! I am having so much fun watching these Olympians. Girl, I might need some Gorilla Glue, Duct tape AND bookbinder's glue. :) I never show the bad stuff so thought I'd get over myself. :) I appreciate your voice and I hear what you say. So thanks. You always rock it.

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  3. Oh my dear girl I fear you are the one who is funny to the max . I hope you have gotten my mail and there is more on the way to you and I hope you like all of it and praise the Lord I made another day . Yesterday was a sad day as I found out someone who I once had the pleasure of working beside everyday was found dead at my age 55 . You see that was what we always talked about getting older and dying alone which you see is exactly what happened to them he was found alone and gone in his apartment . I'm sure he is in a better place now and that is of some comfort . I tell you there are few people in this world that are or were a pleasure to work with and they were certainly one of them . I will pray for his mother as she must now survive without him until she goes home as well . Okay enough for now take care of yourself stay hydrated and May the Good Lord watch over you and yours .

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    1. Yes, I've gotten a slough of good mail all week. I'll answer after the Olympics otherwise I'll make a mess of it. I'm an active rooter; probably worse than Ally Raisman's parents. LOL. Thanks for writing.

      I am sorry for your loss. I don't see dying alone as dramatic as dying surrounded by loved ones. We're born alone and must exit on our own. Perhaps dying alone gives one a chance to have a private chat with our maker before we go. Finding your way to comfort is more important than mine, so your take on it sounds like you've reached a good place to be.

      You be well. You hear? :)

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  4. I love the letters you have sent to Rio! Such a great idea, and I hope that when things calm down for the athletes, you will receive some responses. The girls have been stunning, especially Simone, and deserve the gold they have received.

    I got your letter and the beautiful stitched paper--thank you for such a lovely gift!

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    1. I had to try. I sent them to the American House because I couldn't find a proper address. We are judged by our intentions, right? :) I'm just SO proud of our teams it's the least I could do.

      I've been called foolish for doing it but I've been called worse. LOL. Michael Phelps proved marijuana does not make you fail. ;) Track and field athletes broke records, shot put finally blew me away but I'm still no online with boxing--especially women boxers. All the athletes who perform their best, without doping are true heroes.

      I'm so pleased to hear you like the paper too. I bought it for my Moleskine journal covers. Perhaps you can create something beautiful with one of my favorite sheets. You're welcome. :)

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  5. I love your idea to send mail to the athletes. What a nice surprise for them!

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    1. Thank you. I wish I'd thought to send them sooner since they might not them. It would be special if we sent them congratulatory mail to their hometowns. No addresses required since everyone knows their name. Right? :)

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