Way Forward, The Sequel
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It’s the bloggitty sphere. People celebrate their posts. Tysdaddy just had his 100th and he did it up with a beauty of a post. I missed my 100th. I’m new to this. I started in April and this is already my 114th post. Is this like the person in the room who won’t shut up?
I’m prouder, though, of over 900 comments. It is a dialogue and this is what has truly surprised me.
So, here’s what I’ve been doing having nothing to do with number of posts or milestones or even all of you.
I’ve been making 5X7 cards of some of the images in my posts for myself, to send snail mail to friends, family, acquaintances for all the occasions that one needs to send a card but can’t find one in the stores that’s just right. Ever happened to you? Oh, yeah, I know. And, those musical cards? No music or jingles or noises whatsoever should come from a card. This I Believe. I’m going to submit something to that NPR series on this topic.
Disclosure: I’m a stationary girl since day one. Some little girls wanted dolls; I wanted pencils, pens, erasers, paper clips, paper. I loved the smell of school supplies. If only I’d have liked to do actual school work as much as I wanted to buy the supplies. “Ah! If Only?” That’s gonna be my next card! Cousin Mary took me to the Stationary Show at the Javits Center in NYC one year where she buys stuff for her store. I thought I had died and gone to heaven except for my feet which were barking at me after hour three of walking around.
So, regular readers, challenge takers, series makers, commentators supreme, you of the 900+ club: If you’d like me to send you one (my dime), send me your land address through private email (I know, I know…but if you don’t know me by now, there’s nothing I can say to reassure you) and be sure to tell me the one you’d like.
So far, I’ve made seven cards from posts. Here are the ones I’ve made and those I am planning to make in the next few weeks. In some cases the text of the card comes from the post; sometimes, not; sometimes, they are blank inside like I’m still waiting to figure out what to say, sort of like this blog. Anyway, here they are:
- I am learning new tricks
- I had no idea
- Good Morning, Spiderman
- Why oh why are all the good ones taken?
- A blogger finch
- Who said stripes weren’t slimming?
- I yield to passing clouds
- What’s the friggin point?
- Local Knowledge Necessary
- Mr. Foo’s Garden Tour
- Mr. Spider’s Awesome Adventures
- How’s your diet going?
- Chanel Cousin
- Tanning Spud
- 104 Degrees
- Small Hands
- Chill Out. Take a pill.
- Time Has Flewn
- Andrea Doria
- Recalling, Releasing, Resuming
- Walking Away
- Fried Dough
- Full Serve
- Queen Mary
- Childhood Vikings
- Fishing for Change
- Asphalt Art
- Road Rage
- Colony Collapse Disorder
Now, I know Razz wants the Dahlia picture with a passion, but I’m not making it. I don’t care how you beg me. However, if any of you whose lives I’ve celebrated in the “Dinner with Friends I’ve Never Met Series” would like that made into a card, I’ll make one for you.
So, there you have it, or not, depending on what you want to do.
Me? This is post, 114. Whoo! Whoo! BIG WHOOP!
I’m driving this ol’ Hudson, people, and as you can see, directionality is somewhat problematic.
©Pat Coakley 2008
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