wulf, you gotta tell me us what you'd need in your card!
I know, I know! I've been thinking about this all weekend! I don't need to be healed of broken limbs or a broken heart; I've always been a skinny beanpole so weight-loss isn't an issue, so what's my problem? I think it's lack of focus. I take on what seem to be very reasonable challenges, and then they seem to suck up all my available time and leave me stressed and feeling overwhelmed. I look at the amount of stuff that other people get done and see that the problem isn't the workload, it's me. I need to learn to live a more focussed life and stop wasting so much time. Send me help with vision, clarity, focus and purpose!
Thanks, my son helped me "decorate" the envelopes today, we had so much fun, why didn't I discover this before?
Monnie, I love the fact that in three days you can go from asking "How do you make an envelope?" to producing these! You're unstoppable! And does "Why didn't I discover this before?" refer to envelope-making, card-making, craft swaps...?
Love this! I can see that everyone's interpretation of how to get pages "started" will be totally different. Nothing anyone's done has been like mine, and I bet we're going to get thirteen totally different ways of working, which is exactly as it should be!
Glad to see so many familiar people from the last card swap!
Another tip for sending stones and other hard, round objects: make a tiny bag out of bubble-pack or tape it to a piece of bubble-pack. It seems to help ease the stone through the handling machinery rather than having it tear the envelope and escape.
I do wonder what effect a small stone has when it gets loose inside the sorting machines!
I was even dreaming about the journal - dreamt I was folding the pages and they were lining up.
I hope it wasn't just a dream!
I finally found the perfect material for the cover, only to find out (the hard way) that there's no way to glue it without bleed-through. But I found a good replacement today and it's clamped and drying. Hope to get the body of the book glued in tonight, and then I can just fool around with adding stuff to pages until the last minute.
It's always hard to remember that in spite of the vast, faceless bureaucracy of the Post Office, it ultimately comes down to the mail carrier to walks up to your door ever day, and who remains a human being in spite of the best efforts of the PO to turn him or her into an unthinking machine. When I mail a letter here in Toronto, the only live human who ever touches it is the postman who delivers it. Every other step of the journey is handled by machines. And your specific problem with non-delivery of parcels is one I deal with every now and then too. It hadn't occurred to me that it might be when a sub is delivering on the route.
The relationship between us and our postman is an odd one. They know more about us than many people, but we don't know their names and have usually never met face-to-face. It's a situation where both parties would benefit from developing a personal relationship, but the system is designed specifically to prevent it.
I guess we just have to be glad that such a 19th c. thing as postal delivery still exists, and accept the occasional bad postmen as evidence of a vestigial bit of humanity that has yet to be mechanized out of existence.
I'm finally sewing signatures together tonight. All week I've been playing "Just one more page", and then I lost a really great page I'd prepared, so I spent a few days fruitlessly looking for it. But I've declared it complete now and I'm sewing it together before anything else goes missing!
The cover, on the other hand, is still unresolved. I've even tried concentrating on it before I go to sleep in hopes that some brilliant idea will come to me in a dream. But no luck with that, either.