Also. I am a card sender.
Part of the card-sending process is The Stamp.
(Which are like tiny bits of art on the corner of the carrier.)
So I typically make an effort when buying stamps.
I rarely settle on the tiny otter or regal queen versions.
Stamps make a statement. About how much you care.
And if I've gone to the trouble to purchase a card and write words, from my heart, in it, I will also put a stamp I hand-picked on it.
I've stopped by a few post offices this month, to pick up stamps. At one point, I was too early. No one had received their seasonal stock yet.
The last three efforts were aborted because the line-ups were a dozen grouchy people too long.
But today, at 7 pm, my local post office was open.
And there were no lines.
Also, there were no stamps. They'd sold out of everything except a weird assortment of specialty ones.
So. Instead of adding seasonally appropriate images like these:
Apollo 11, Leonard Cohen, Covered Bridges and Summer Treats collectible stamps, with a few really old 63 cent Christmas french horns. (Not sure how much it costs to send a card, so I put two on for good measure.)
I am letting it go.
Because I am mature.
But next year I'm ordering my stamps in advance.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Lafarge Lake in Coquitlam
(If you sang into a tube at the base of this ^ tree, it's lights would shine brighter.)
2. So thankful that it didn't rain yesterday, so we could walk around that lake 4 times.
(The forecast looks like this and I am trying to think of ways to not be crushed in spirit.)
and thankful for co-workers who leave baked treats and handmade ornaments on my desk. Best way to start a Monday morning:
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| Thanks, Anne |
3. Very thankful for these people:
Shalom,
xo
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