SKS does not like birds, or flying things in general. One of my top-five moments of uncontrollable laughter happened decades ago when she was telling me a story of defeating a moth, armed only with a canister vacuum cleaner and some cat food.
So this postcard was right up her ally.
As you can see.
She’s also stepped up her game in the addressing of the mailed items lately. I wonder if the postal delivery people notice.
Postscript: we seem to be in an era of very dark photos. I wonder if my camera settings somehow got changed?
While yesterday Megan Bell’s postcard arrived, today Eleanor McGough’s did. This postcard is labeled 1 of 4 and establishes that the postcards came from a recent open house/first weekend at a local gallery work station.
Ms. McGough’s postcard establishes that she has a website, but is still hanging on to that @aol.com email. Let it go, Ms. McGough. Let it go.
This postcard arrived and was labeled 4 of 4. Not the best place to start, but interesting. Four postcards went into a mailbox in Minneapolis on the same day and they didn’t all make it to my address together.
On this postcard Sara outlines her fall schedule. As usual, it sounds too busy.
The card informs me that the Ee-Chiya was Spocks’s pet while on the planet Vulcan. Sara informs me that it (the card, not the Ee-Chiya) hung out in her bag all week. She didn’t expect her back to school week to be so busy.
Friend Kelly went to Ireland for her 50th birthday and sent me this great postcard from the Long Room in the library at Trinity College. She reports that the room was very Harry Potter-esque and she liked it much better than the book of Kells, though all the historical busts were guys.
When you give $25 to a candidate in a different state in hopes your meager donation will help unseat the current representative who is not one of your favorites, you get this postcard. Plus a constant slew of emails in your inbox. Political campaigns have really got this communication thing down.
Also, the note on the back is handwritten, but I’m pretty sure it’s a printed handwritten thank you, which is another great efficiency. My name and address was written by someone my mother’s age, judging by the cursive handwriting.
This is from friend Kelly, thanking me for attending her birthday celebration. The object in the left corner of the card is a bit of masking tape. Kelly initially wrote the wrong address, so covered it with masking tape and re-addressed. I hadn’t thought of using masking tape for such a purpose, but it would come in handy if one didn’t have any blank labels.
Sara went on vacation and these three postcards arrived in my mailbox. Two were from Canada and dated 8/3, the third was posted in the US and was dated 8/14. International mail takes a very long time.
Here’s another example of my favorite style of postcard wherein the letters of the name have pictures of things that makes the place famous.Sara reports that they experienced the things depicted in the B, the N, and the F personally, though the N was viewed from a distance.
I’ve been to Banff and I believe I also experienced the N.
Sara reports that this was not their view from the Rimrock. Instead, it was a car park. Sara and Shawn enjoyed the beauty and reports that it was chilly, but that was welcome after hot Montana.
This was on Sara’s Minnesota oversized wonder bucket list. She also likes this old school Paul and is wondering about a Bunyun-based US tour. This article lists about 15 locations of statues (and lists the Portland, Oregon statue as the most famous. Take that, Minnesota!)