I often roam the children's section of Barnes & Noble; sometimes their books are better; it's too bad they're so short. (The stories in books, not the children.) Brevity isn't a sure-fire deterrent though, so had you followed me when I was in the book store the other day, you'd have found me talking with my friend, Pam, bookseller for far too long. She made me laugh so hard I had to buy water to replenish the moisture I lost through my mouth. And purely by chance, I discovered Bruce. Bruce has a problem.
When I asked if I might take a some of the adverts, Pam acted like the great PR person that she is, and passed on some of the promos that happened to be the perfect size for postcards. I misplaced them in my hand bag in plain sight for whole four days before I rediscovered them last night. Don't you know I had fun in bed before the lights went out.
Closer inspection reveals why I'll buy a copy of "Bruce's Big Move." Aren't they cute? Don't they look like problems? Um, they are in real life so why not in pretend? I also like the idea that Ryan T. Higgins wrote and illustrated his own book. If that's not clever and talented, grits still ain't groceries, and Mona Lisa still could have been a man--hence that cryptic smile. *wink* Poor Bruce.
Determined to show my appreciation, I used the cutouts to make a bit of fun stationery. Bruce deserves much more but what's a limner to do?
A limner does what a limner can. Improvise! Have some simple fun. Write a letter--but just get it done, before she sleeps. Cause fun ideas don't always keep.
Abstract mail detracts from other issues . . . but always works as a clever segue into . . .
. . . a cool summer jam notecard. Thank you, Angela. You made me laugh! Even in this heat.
Catherine, you made me growl, like a bad Tibetan tigress. Grrrr! Thanks for a lovely card. It's too hot to write much lately, but I try. It's too hot to sit at a desk with the drapes pulled back to let in natural light; heat follows, it slaps you in the face and pours across your skin, making your breasts sweat beyond the wicking power of any bra, which leads to chafing when you move about, and we know the dangers associated with talcum powder. We do not perspire here in Texas. We sweat. If we sit too long we have wet outlines of our hiney on back of our skirts, dresses, slacks, and shorts; it looks like we sat on a Xerox copier too long.
In fact it's so-o-o-o hot here, leaves on trees are curling and dying from the bottom up, ants are seeing relief in our kitchen, veg have stopped growing because it tires them out, birds have taken to knocking on the kitchen door--asking for water and food. I turn on the sprinkler and pray.
Tempers flare like dry kindling in a wood stove. Yesterday's recorded temp in Katy was 107 degrees Centigrade. Like they say, "God created Hell, and then He created Texas." That's not boasting.
Keep your cool, stay cool and hydrated, and have sympathy for the mailman. But write on. Write long and well. Oh, and root for Bruce.
Recipe for Limed Iced Tea
Make a pitcher of tiny tea leaf tea aka Tetley's Tea
Fill a glass pitcher with ice (Sweating glass cools better than plastic!)
Sweeten with turbinado sugar
Squeeze as many limes as you like--including pulp
Add juice atop tea and ice
Somehow the lime makes it so much more colder and refreshing. Lime beats lemon hands down!
P.S. Remember to wash your limes with hot soapy water and rinse well first.