Potpourri on a gray rainy Saturday …
After reading of my dilemma with the laptop’s basically dead CD drive and lack of a means for backup, a reader stepped forward and offered to mail a flash drive he wasn’t using.
A whopping 4 GB it is! — more than sufficient for my book draft if not the whole of my laptop’s contents (256 MB memory). I immediately backed up the book and what a great and securing feeling that is! It’s all good. The reader and 3D friend knows who he is and to him I write merci beaucoup, mon ami, merci.
What a Card!
I’ve made Christmas cards long as I can remember. Every season brings a different theme and materials. Since I just adore textures, colors, patterns and papers, the cards often incorporate one or all these elements.
Each card is individual and a little different from the others. Creating them is time-intensive, meditative and oh of joy and pleasure!
I never know who’ll get which card until they’re completed. Only then do I sift through while holding a recipient in mind and select. Unbeknownst to the recipient, he or she is receiving a card of hands, heart and mind that’s uniquely his or hers.
Every year someone remarks on the pleasure of receiving a homemade card; why, just the other day, a fellow came across last year’s (which he’d saved!) and again expressed pleasure! It’s not necessary that I hear but nice. Really, the pleasure is all mine and if by sharing my time and handiwork the world’s made a little brighter, particularly in a season widely misportrayed/perceived as a Norman Rockwell painting, it’s good, it’s all good.
All righty, an opportunistic seasonal nod to our Canadian neighbors to the north on the occasion of a mystery box whose contents and story are for a posting anon. Guess away as you wish; I’m reasonably confident it’s a stumper.