so….when it's really HOT. and your mind has gone kinda blank. you have yet to acclimate. Not wanting to spend yet another day staring into the Trees, ok, then finish making the pillow case. from that twin sheet you'd gotten at the Socorro Thrift Shop , N. Mex a million years ago, that you have loved for so long, that finally ripped up the middle and it's FINISHED and
it's Beauty Full.
a pillow case. Joy, sitting, feet in the Spa pool, stitchiing, stiching backstitch as Jude taught. This.
then….phone. it's Giana, my son's daughter, 9 years old in Denver Colorado. Saying she has two questions. First, her mother got her writing paper. I listen….writing paper….. she says there are 4 designs. and begins to describe them and i understand that her mother got her
stationery. 3 are flowers and then the last…something about poppy seeds…??????? i don't quite understand, but i tell her how when i got sent to live with my Aunt when i was Six, i was miserable. Didn't much like that Aunt, i was so miserable she would make me Poppy Seed Cake to cheer me up and i LOVED poppy seed cake , so, i chose the design having something to do with Poppy Seeds??????? OK she says, pragmatically wanting to move along to the second question which is….what address would i like to receive mail at? The questions taken care of we move along to chit chat…her taking Sailing lessons, i read this on Face Book, she tells how she prevented her boat from capsize, how she is NOT looking forward to 5th grade…too much homework….and i say some stuff about her father, when he was in school….and say….for some reason, well….he was always Cheerful, and she responded I honestly think he's too cheerful. I said huh? and she said they were playing some game and he somehow threw a book and hit her in the head and he was cheerful….and i said well, yeah, he can be. too cheerful. i guess.
i love
kids.
now…unlike when i was six or 9, now, how they freely have thoughts and opinions and express them and you can have a conversation, mutual
and i ended up telling her that one of the best things about writing letters, affixing the stamps on the envelopes and
MAILING
is that you then have to
wait.
and it seems forever, and sometimes you even forget…..but then there's the day that there is an envelope in the mailbox. Your name, your address. the marks of cancelled stamps. and you open it. and read. And there the person IS. on the piece of paper that you get to hold. Sometimes tuck into a book or something. to find years and years and years later
windthread 
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