Remember me telling you about the young man who asked for his &^%$& back after he saw the sticker price? Remember? He wanted to mail a little toy to Japan. Used to cost $5. That day they wanted $10. Well, I did the same thing. Today. I should have done it that day, but I said, "My friend is worth it." Foolish, foolish, foolish! My friend would not want me to pay $14 for two bars of chocolate.Well, this day I refused. My paperwork was returned. The unused postage was affixed to the receipt, along with an explanation, and placed in a drawer.
I had so much fun boosting that envelope. Such a waste. What's inside weighs less than a candy bar. I ate the enclosed chocolate bar. I wanted her to compare American chocolate to theirs. It even had almonds. Yum. Oh well. I'll save the gift inside until the rates go down or I learn to train international carrier pigeons.
The clerk told me that a young woman paid $30 to send a certain chocolate to her bf who lives in a northern country. He has never eaten one, so she paid the ransom. She didn't want the chocolate to melt. What she sent weighs less than a Hershey's bar. SMH again. What would you have done? Me? I say bf would have to come to America for that treat. Ha! I'm one to talk!
"Measure twice, cut once." Remember that? "Try, try, then try again." Maybe I should go with, "Third time's the charm." Every once in a while I hit the wall. I cannot seem to draw a straight line. This is that week. I've tried this twice. Both times I failed. You should see the other one. What am I going for? I need an illustration for this:
He kissed me by the garden gate
My mother heard the smack
Sh'd forbidden me to kiss him
So she made me give it back.
Why is the mother pink? Why is one arm larger than the other? Why do their arms look like they belong on a t-rex? And those tails? I see it only half-formed inside my mind. Maybe that's the problem? Oh well. My favorite art teacher told me there'd be days like this. But so many? Pfttt! Valentine's Day looms.
Moving on. Another sour note. I did something else that I said I wouldn't. I ran away from home again today. Such a beautiful sunshiny day. Archivers is down the way and across the road from the post office. Speaking of days like this, who is in charge of the new hikes in shipping rates? I owe them a letter. I would rather pay a dollar per stamp than stop sending goodies to international friends. Okay. Where was I? Oh. Is it the postmaster general? Now I woner if they have post pfcs, post trainee corporals, majors. Do they all start out as generals? Hmm.
Oh! Okay. LOL. Here I am. I did the unthinkable. I BOUGHT A VALENTINE'S DAY CARD! After I said I was going handmade.
Who could resist it though? A red typewriter! Sorry for the glare. The silver doesn't help, but I had to show and tell. Apologies to the recipient, but no one knows who gets it. *wink*
The envelope liner. Cute, huh? It gets even cuter, 'cause I have something special for an inside surprise! You might not believe this, but it was the last one. 'Twas meant to be. Have you seen the VW commercial where the white guy speaks Jamaican? Cracks me up. I'd buy a VW. A red one. We had one when I was in eighth grade. I was crazy for that car. Too young to drive, my dad let me put my hand atop his on the stick shift. I never learned to drive a standard. I did learn that everything happens for a reason though. This little red . . . Ah. It has red shift keys. 'Tis the Fates at work for sure.
I got me Rosa Parks stamps too!
Oh, write on, write on!
Harlem street scene with police car, 1938, Morgan and Marvin Smith. Twin brothers Morgan and Marvin had a studio near the Apollo Theater in Harlem. Marvin was also a successful painter and served as Chief Photographer's Mate during WWII. Morgan painted as well, and assisted muralist Vertis Hayes in the WPA Art Program in the 1930s. The brothers studied art in France, started a newspaper picture service, and later worked as sound engineers for local television stations. (The photos from these postcards are made available courtesy of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, The New York Public Library, Astor, Lenox, and Tilden Foundations. Edited by Deborah Willis.)
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