Last night ten pieces of mail went on the rail, ready for today's mail run. Thank you, JC. Five of those were written in pencil. Yeah! It's taking some getting used to, but my Derwent Sketch pencil makes it so much easier. The graphite glides across paper like a pat of butter does on a hot skillet.
"Brighten someone's mailbox." Send a greeting card, suggests the receipt. A letter would be better, I believe. So, I put my money where my mouth is. Today, as a result $3.39 is left over from my pen money.
JC brought back change! When I was a girl, and Mama sent my sister and me to the store she always reminded us to "Bring back my change." Betty and I were subject to buying a at least a handful of gum balls apiece if she didn't. If we obeyed and didn't "beg" she'd let us go back for a gum ball apiece! We rewarded her with heartfelt "thank-you Mamas," and wet food-color-stained kisses! Pennies were our little girl currency. Give a child a penny today and you will have insulted them. Why are pennies always so disgusting now? Should I have given that change to JC for cup of coffee? Probably not. I gave him a check for $10.55 cents week before last, and he asked, "What am I supposed to do with a check for $10.55? I'd be too embarrassed to cash it."
The Paper Mate SHARPWRITER No. 2 is my go to girl for printing and drawing quickies when getting out of bed in search of a pencil pouch is just too much to ask of myself. They're quite good, but why can't they be made of wood? I cannot imagine how many of the empties end up in landfills, since they're non-refillable.
Have you ever tried the Dixon Ticonderoga? Do you like it? Why? I like their smell. I bought them last year because they caught my eye among all the pencils being sold as school supplies.
Um. What's to say about a pencil no one wants to be identified with? What? Too embarrassed? Oops. What does that say about people who use a pencil with no name? Well! I can tell you without throwing shade. Or maybe not. The pencil-that-remains-nameless came as part of a package deal with a purchase. Still, just Drawing Pencil? This whole pencil thing is taking on a new life now. An episodic life of its own. Take what's coming about Ticonderoga, Wood. HB/Soft. I'd show you the eraser but that happens in a later post. Ugh. Drawing pencil? Really?
But wait! The machines are taking over! First the synths aka Paper Mate fakes, now the metals. They beat plastic hands down however. Not really, since they outsmart me after I change graphic sticks. No amount of clicking helps! JC seems to be the only one I know who's good at making them take a replacement "lead."
Now, how many of the pencils shown do you have on hand? Let me guess. The good old basic No. 2 yellow is the standard life saver, huh? Did you chew when you were a kid? Not much beat the act of gnawing on wood to relieve stress before a test, or working out a math problem you thought was gonna be hard. Then you discovered girls could do Algebra too, and you liked it! Your gnawing ceases as suddenly as it began back in grade school. *sigh* Are all your pencils No. 2s? HD? Or are you a total softie? I'm not that biased myself. Every pencil serves a purpose. They don't fight when you put them in a pouch or in a coffee mug either. They lean on each other in time of need; they share space, they roll with gravity, they come with or without eraser heads. Just erasers? They're broad, tall, skinny, fat . . . Some are even colored! You've just gotta love a pencil!
Write on. Even in pencil!