Saturday, April 30, 2022
Repeats from Lauren and JeanR?
Friday, April 29, 2022
Q3 - CathyO's March envelope
Thursday, April 28, 2022
Q2 - J's March to Lynne and CathyO
This will be the second covid-whining post - written about 2 hours after that first one. I'll try to space them out rather than bore us with daily whining. Obviously, I have my immediate family and friends plus 20-30 exchangers I could whine at - directly - but, I realized that it might be better to dilute the whining to the approximately 300 people who check the blog every day.
I still don't know if I am pos or neg - so just hanging out in limbo.
My daughter had the kids make a basket of stuff to help me while away the hours. Rapid tests, coloring book, colored pencils, pistachios, crackers and one lonesome piece of chocolate. Now that I know there is chocolate in the house - I might need one more piece to get me through the afternoon.
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
Ochopee Post Office - thanks Alyce
Big thank you to Alyce who sent me these photos. I met Alyce when I taught in Milwaukee and I also met Karen, who found this little post office and sent the photos to Alyce. Isn't it adorable.
Ochopee Post Office
Considered to be the smallest post office in the United States, this building was formerly an irrigation pipe shed belonging to the J.T.Gaunt Company tomato farm. It was hurriedly pressed into service by postmaster Sidney Brown after a disastrous night fire in 1953 burned Ochopee’s general store and post office. The present structure has been in continuous use ever since as both a post office and ticket station for Trailway bus lines and still services residents in a three-county area including deliveries to Seminole and Miccosukee Indians living in the regions. Daily business often includes requests from tourists and stamp collectors the world over for the famed Ochopee postmark. The property was acquired by the Wooten Family in 1992.
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
HB to Patty + Chuck/Leslie/Janet/JeanR (March)
Monday, April 25, 2022
(Q1) - From JeanR in March
Sunday, April 24, 2022
From Janet in March (USPS fan club)
Does this look like the scanning machines could read it? Probably not. Do I wonder who read it? Yes, I do. I have pretty much ditched the idea of having a bucket list - but I'm thinking that the tour of the PO is probably something that I still want to do. First I have to contact Natalie.
My postal worker son gets some really good newsletters from the USPS. There is an office - out there - somewhere - with people who have to fill the pages of the newletters. One of them features wonderful things that the postal workers do - for the customers. Sometimes they save lives. Sometimes they find lost things. I need to figure out a way to get those of us who are postal aficionados linked up with the postal workers who appreciate us. Some kind of fan club.
Yeah-yeah-yeah---endless supply of good ideas here at the 420 - and minimal skills to get anything done. I even missed celebrating 420 on 4-20 - if anyone is not following me - I live at 420. If you don't know the significance of 420 - Google it. My drug of choice is coffee - so, I don't pay much attention to the other popular drugs.
Saturday, April 23, 2022
From Leslie in March
Leslie sent flowers in March. Wishful thinking. I am writing this on March 24th and it is snowing. March is bi-polar (or whatever the term is for extreme flip-flopping).
Friday, April 22, 2022
HCYGBOTWTINT? - @hooplaletters
These envelope ideas are from Kimberly Shrack's IG. Maybe I've linked to her previously. Today, I am linking because yesterday when I woke up - and checked the blog - there was no new post. This was the second time in just two or three weeks that that happened. The only people who will have noticed will be the night owls who stay up past 1:00 am and check the blog - or the Europeans - or the extreme early birds.
https://www.instagram.com/hooplaletters/
OldJean would have been a lot more concerned about the blip in scheduling the daily post. NewJean just went into her dashboard and bumped the Friday post to Thursday and started a new Friday post. The first thing she thought (and also used for the title) was How Can You Get Back On Track When There Is No Track?
This is a cryptic message to my BigHelpfulBrother. He had a blip in his own calm and sensible life when a complication blind-sided him. I was only learning about it after the fact. Part of me always wishes I could be helpful to him - but for the past 30+ years - he's been bailing me out of my *situations.* And I just shower him with thanks.
And then I had to do a quick post for Friday. And that line popped into my head. And then I thought to myself: Maybe there is no track. Maybe I need to stop trying to get back on my track because it is an illusion. And then: there I was - standing on the metaphorical train track and this giant steam engine ran into me.
I'm curious to know, BHB, have you figured out where this story is going?
He probably remembers that the last coherent thing our mom said before she died was, "Your dad is off his track." She was resting comfortably in the same room at hospice where he had died 8 years previously. The pain meds had contributed to a pleasant end-of-the-road. The comment was a little *out there.* But, so was she.
So, today, I am embracing the idea that maybe I/we don't need to be on any track. Maybe I can just embrace the endless not-knowing-where-things-are-headed. And yes -- this is coffee talking.
Thursday, April 21, 2022
World's Smallest Postal Service (J's to Irene and Christine)
I have not had a chance to delve into this website - but, it looks like it has been around since 2008. It seems strange that this is the first we have heard of it. Better late than never.
Have fun surfing around at all the cuteness. A tiny little part of me is sad that I won't be able to open my own sub-station here in DSM -- but -- that's the way things go.
https://leafcutterdesigns.com/tiny-mail/
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I found these envelopes in my phone - and so far, I can't find them on the blog - so, I'll park them here.
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
Smash and Leslie (Feb) - Rajiv+Guy (stoneware)
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Ten days ago, I posted a video from Rajiv Surendra. It featured his home with multitude of things that he's interested in. After I was so disappointed in his dumb-downed approach to bookbinding, I thought I would give another topic a try. Towards the beginning, Rajiv shows a letter he wrote that knocked the socks off a very skilled potter and Rajiv got his foot in the door to continue his studies in ceramics.
I actually found this video quite interesting. I never know if what interests me is of interest to anyone else. I'm including it because they have a kiln explosion. My memories from college and the threat of explosions along with the kiln explosion incident in Animal House nudged me into adding this.
That people have even figured out how to fire clay and glaze it - boggles my little mind. So many complicated details - and then I start wondering if there any new innovations. Maybe I should consult with the actual potter or ceramicist that I know. I wonder which word she uses when she has to fill out a form that asks for *occupation.*
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
CathyO in Feb (Amity Parks)
Monday, April 18, 2022
From Leslie in Feb
Sunday, April 17, 2022
J's Feb odds and ends (Nanski, Kate, Jessica, Cathy)
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Patty Feb - The Quilt Index
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Friday, April 15, 2022
Lynne's Feb - more dome talk
Thursday, April 14, 2022
JeanR Feb - cardboard dome
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Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Leslie's thank you - late bloomers
Here is one of those after-thoughts I have when I am editing posts right before they pop up.
Remember that topic about regrets - and how so many people regret that they did not pursue their creative dreams when they were younger. Because I listen to so many audiobooks and I end up listening to a ton of autobiographies and a lot of them tend to be people who had long careers in something creative - I have finally discovered a very good reason to never regret that you had an interest in something creative - but you chose a different path.
People who had a successful career at something creative describe intense pressure that one has to endure to sustain a creative career. Every single one of them goes through stuff that is very difficult and the list of people who shot to stardom at an early age and then died young is pretty long. It is not a coincidence.
So, if you always dreamed of doing something creative - go ahead and give it a try. It's never too late to start most of the things on the creative spectrum. I actually can't think of anything that you can't start at a later age. Maybe you shouldn't try breakdancing if you are in your 80s.
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Troy's tiger - MollyST
Here's Troy's tiger image with the tiger stamps. Troy uses really nice paper. I wonder if he will tell us what it is. It looks like the envelopes are already made and all the edges are deckle edges. So cool.
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As I write this on March 11th, there are distressing things in the news. When this pops up in April, things will either be better, worse or the same. In case people think that I have a frivolous (or oblivious) view of the world, I'm reposting something from Molly Suber Thorpe. She's a lettering artist who has been around for a long time and is currently living in Greece. Here's what she had to say a month ago.
mollysuberthorpe It’s really easy to feel like making art is pointless – or at least unnecessary – when the suffering in the world is so great. But beauty, and expressions of true human experience, are the best antidote to ugliness. So artists always need to keep making, writers keep writing, musicians keep playing – not just for the need it fulfills inside us, but for the way it contributes to the good parts of the world, too.
Whenever the world feels especially hard, I turn to Virginia Woolf because she always knows how to speak to me. I hope you have your equivalent of Virginia in this time: a private place to escape for a small dose of comfort and renewed sense of purpose.
I snagged 3 images off IG. The middle one is the image that goes with her comments.
I feel that the writing I am doing is far more necessary than anything else. V Woolf