Mia is back. Due to issues with disappearing mail, I revamped the exchange to limit exchangers to USA only. Mia had suspended exchanging due to the Canadian postal service strike. Then we emailed - and decided to let Mia be *grandmothered* into the exchange. Hopefully people will be agreeable to sending an envelope to Canada once in a while. Mia does nice work and she often includes a pretty card.
Ironically - after I had my little outburst about weeds on the post yesterday - I discovered that the next envelope in line had not one, but two, dandelions taunting me. Lucky for Mia, she stayed on my good side by doing that font on my name that I love-love-love. There is a tiny little part of me that apologizes to each dandelion that I murder with my vicious tools. I know weeds are just experiencing a will to live, as am I. I anthropomorphize everything. Dandelions should be happy that I at least apologize for murdering them. I'm not that kind to creeping Charlie.
Now I'm picturing myself being sent to the non-heaven section of the afterlife and it's just a giant jungle of weeds - eager to extract revenge. Has somebody like Stephen King already written this story? Yes, it's about 30 minutes after the morning coffee has been consumed.
I forgot to answer yesterday's question. You'll have to tune in tomorrow.
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