They say that catching up on blogging is hard to do. Or am I the only one who says that? Never mind, 'cause now I know--I know that it's true. Well, it might hard on some whom I'm in letter debt to. It's the not knowing if I've died or not, huh? Those of you who haven't heard from me in a while are probably wondering if you should erase me from your permanent address book, or perhaps you have already and I just don't know it. And if it's true, I just know that it could very well be true, but instead of breaking up . . . Well, it's okay. I don't blame you one bit.
But, on the other hand, if you're like me, and you believe in Letter Amnesty, then you'll always have mail. Surprise mail, that is! And nothing else beats a surprise. I know. Because I get the loveliest "Hey, you!" surprises that letter life can spring on a body when I least expect it. And when it happens I feel like Snoopy does when he's working his happy dance. Heck, I probably look like him too.
Don't get me wrong. I have my "Good ol' Charlie Brown" moments. And I have me some Lucys. So I keep dragging this 'toon out from the morgue, give it a good dust, and present ad nauseam. *grin* Life is good.
I might cry three times a year. Not from joy. Joyful tears don't count, right? Sometimes there's nothing wrong with a good cry. And Nikki's been in my rowboat for a few years now. She's not there to help me replenish the well-salted Sea of Tears. No way. She's on the opposite shore whispering, "Others have been there too. Come on back home. Welcome to No More Tears, USA." Can you see me paddlin'? No? Well, I am. *grin*
I got to shop for food yesterday. JC's been doing it for a long while now. What did I see? Another penguin. Hey Jacob. Are there penguins in South Africa?
Oh! Sorry. I drifted. Catching up is the topic at hand. And, in keeping with my chosen topic, here's my show and tell:
Ever make envelopes ahead of the letters? This is from several years back. It's finally winging its way through the mail and fingers crossed, I'm catching up. See? Plus I'm doing it smartly. See? In every mail-life, some rain must fall, and we all fall behind. Make some make-ahead envelopes and . . . Make some make-ahead envelopes and you'll be ahead of the catch-up. *groan*
I promise you you won't regret it. Even 9 x 12s are do-able. They'll save your bacon when you run out of store-bought. Use a sheet of Canson 14 x 17, 80 lb drawing paper, arrange some of those old Tim Holtz Salvage Stickers you've been hoarding for far too long, and you're in business.
What's good to go inside? How about artsy newsprint? Yep! Newsprint for your own personal newspaper. Collaged of course. I bought eleven sets! Eleven!
Le Pen and ink, and other cool writing stuff.
'Hoods and houses.
The place where Little Red Riding Hood hung out. The forest! Wait. If she wore a riding hood, why was she walking? Her Mama let her walk through the woods all alone, knowing there were wolves about? Someone should have called Child Protective Services!
Each page is a double spread.
and etc . . .
The hard part is deciding which set to send and which set to keep. Aargh!
Old postcards with images of Houston are pieces of local history.
Everyday images that look like alphabets are fun. I bought a bunch at Hobby Lobby a few years back, hoping I'd collect the entire alphabet. It didn't happen. So I'm finally releasing the last of the bunch. And E remains.
I missed my V. D. post but it's okay. I wrote one but didn't post because it wasn't finished until midnight. Houston and the last minute parade didn't make me proud so perhaps I should have.
I can't explain everything.
And perhaps I shouldn't even try.
On the other hand, some things speak for themselves. On those, I shall not dwell.
I do like a Flow letter-in-an-envelope. They're good for what ails you when you're ailing too much for a good long, chatty letter. May they never cease to exist. We can all use a little Flow in our lives.
And we can make it up as we go. With a little help from Flow. Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold. Both are precious.
So. Aside from trying to decide which newsprint set to pair with whom, I really have been writing letters, as you've clearly seen. Between making oversize envelopes, sticking alphabets on, reading other people's letters to other people, writing my own, and weeping with joy, I'm catching up. It isn't so hard to do. And, now that I know that it's true, it's okay to say that this is the end . . . But instead of breaking up I wish that we were inking up again.
I ask you not to say goodbye. We should give our penship another try. Come on, my penfriends, let's start anew. 'Cause breaking up is hard to do. I'm writing as fast as I can! Because I appreciate you writing when I couldn't. Here's to you, Page One. Thank you. Show and tell's coming up soon!
Write on. Letters do make a difference. Until next time . . . I'ma keep readin' As Always, Julia. And Edna Lewis' The Taste of Country Cooking! And Julia's Kitchen Wisdom. What's on your letter-writing pad? Um. What are you reading? Don't let it keep you from writing when you're up to it. Thinking of you.