the Post. No, the postal service, yanno? the mail. And The Postal Service. Cos I'm fun that way.
So. Yay for pressies- lovely Crabtree & Evelyn eau de rose soap from trueriver in the /PERFECT moment when I needed something for my face. Thanks, honey. Still looking at trying to fit york into the july trip, tho travel costs are starting to freak me out a bit. We can talk, yeah?
And alchemilla went to the trouble to send me another Mumbles popcorn bucket and cup from Happy Feet. So kind of her to do that. Thanks, Alch.
And parcels I've sent out are arriving here and there, and making people sooooo happy. That's the payoff, yanno? I've a set of voices just hammering at me for spending the money on airmail (or shipping at all, the stingy bastard voices!) to send people things, but it's so worth it when I've done it right and they're happy. it just makes my heart sing.
I've still got parcels to send out. They're on their way, folks. I need to be really careful: save money first, for Europe, car, etc. Then be expansive and generous and buy the things I want and stuff and send stuff out all the time like I used to.
Then. My mother, who is a little odd, no denying, sends me an envelope with five small books by Robert Mayokok, an Alaskan artist whose work and life I was quite taken with when my mom lived up there 20 years ago. (More here.) There's also a copy of her Do Not Resuscitate papers. What? Is there a third piece of information I need here, like, there's a problem?
Then in a later envelope she sends me the letter that was meant to go in the parcel. No, she's just taking care of business, and having some trouble sleeping, and being thoughtful. Oh, ok... -eyeroll-
Rober Mayokok was a remarkable man and artist though. I have two of his rabbit skin works, some cards, and now these little books. That means a lot to me. And it's a huge relief that she's addressing all this now. Huge relief. So, it's ok if she sends the things in an odd order.
so. the post, and money. I was feeling odd cos I'm worried I can't save enough in time for this trip to Europe, that it's a stupid indulgence and insane, and I should just forget about it. Then my mom sends me art, security, and a reminder that life's transient, and caring is key, and to trust the people around me to take care of me if I just ask. So.
The Postal Service from the KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic radio show:
Interview: How they became The Postal Service
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
We Will Become Silhouettes
Such Great Heights
Brand New Colony
And alchemilla went to the trouble to send me another Mumbles popcorn bucket and cup from Happy Feet. So kind of her to do that. Thanks, Alch.
And parcels I've sent out are arriving here and there, and making people sooooo happy. That's the payoff, yanno? I've a set of voices just hammering at me for spending the money on airmail (or shipping at all, the stingy bastard voices!) to send people things, but it's so worth it when I've done it right and they're happy. it just makes my heart sing.
I've still got parcels to send out. They're on their way, folks. I need to be really careful: save money first, for Europe, car, etc. Then be expansive and generous and buy the things I want and stuff and send stuff out all the time like I used to.
Then. My mother, who is a little odd, no denying, sends me an envelope with five small books by Robert Mayokok, an Alaskan artist whose work and life I was quite taken with when my mom lived up there 20 years ago. (More here.) There's also a copy of her Do Not Resuscitate papers. What? Is there a third piece of information I need here, like, there's a problem?
Then in a later envelope she sends me the letter that was meant to go in the parcel. No, she's just taking care of business, and having some trouble sleeping, and being thoughtful. Oh, ok... -eyeroll-
Rober Mayokok was a remarkable man and artist though. I have two of his rabbit skin works, some cards, and now these little books. That means a lot to me. And it's a huge relief that she's addressing all this now. Huge relief. So, it's ok if she sends the things in an odd order.
so. the post, and money. I was feeling odd cos I'm worried I can't save enough in time for this trip to Europe, that it's a stupid indulgence and insane, and I should just forget about it. Then my mom sends me art, security, and a reminder that life's transient, and caring is key, and to trust the people around me to take care of me if I just ask. So.
The Postal Service from the KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic radio show:
Interview: How they became The Postal Service
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
We Will Become Silhouettes
Such Great Heights
Brand New Colony