I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

- Augusten Burroughs

Hoo boy – the last couple of weeks have proven that to me, but good. I had to beg fond excuses and send out a swap a day late. And here I am with three days to go before all my stuff has to be to the publisher (including a final edit of the book) for The River Way. So you know what I’ll be doing today.

Yesterday, yet again, was spent in town. Payday for the hubby – had to go give our money to everyone else I still managed to make seven ATCs – sitting at a table in the park! Got good and cold doing that, then went to the hot spring and got nice and warm and relaxed again before mailing everything (bills and ATCs).

The mail lady was quite impressed I had little envelopes going to England and France. I would think – given the number of international tourists I meet in our little hot springs spa town – that she sees a good bit of international mail. But then – none of the spas have postcards, nor is there a general postcard for T or C promoting the spas (not a current one, I had to find and send vintage postcards for the spa postcard swap!). I guess no one actually writes letters or sends cards any more. It’s all email and cell phones. So why is it that the people I miss from all my travels don’t seem to know how to use email or a phone?

I know part of it is “people my age” (*egads) have a major case of techno-phobia as regarding the computer and email. When they do use email, they fall for every hoax and chain letter. See what happens when you “act your age”? Never did, never will. I have elected to permanently be a 18 year old – boy. HHHH.

Who is procrastinating.

We saw a pair of mule deer on our way into town – I may have photos on the phone, haven’t checked to see how they look yet, and on the way home in the dark we were treated to a rare sighting of a ring-tailed cat! Way cool!

Okay – soon as I get all this stuff done for the publisher, I’ll check on the photos. Until that is done, no more procrastination.

Blessedbe

Summer

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