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Going Postal (Flash Fiction)

IMG_0294I was innocently planting flowers for my Grandmother. I had come to stay with her as she needed a little extra help. I saw him coming and stood to greet him.

I know, not quite the stuff that romance novels are made of. But every day except Sunday I tried to be outside right around the time of his delivery.

“It’s really hot, today. I have a glass of ice cold lemonade for you.”

He smiled as he exchanged the glass for a stack of letters. “Thank you. You are obviously not Mrs. Stoughton. You don’t look old enough to get AARP mailings.”

“No, I’m her granddaughter, Lucy. I’ve come to stay and help her out.”

“Nice to meet you, Lucy. I’m Simon.” He handed me back the empty glass with a smile.

Day after day, unless it was raining, I was out there puttering in the garden or relaxing and reading a book or ready to offer him a glass of something cold to drink.

Two months. Every day, every week I found myself watching for the tall, lean man with the muscular arms and legs to walk up to our mailbox. He always wore a smile and his blue eyes twinkled beneath blond hair that often sought to fall in his eyes.

“Hi, Lucy.

“Good afternoon, Simon, how is the route today?”

“Fine. You know, I learn a lot about the people on my route based on the mail they receive.”

“You do? Have you learned anything about me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I’ve noticed you never get letters from men.”

“True.”

“Which makes me wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

“Would you like to out to dinner with me Saturday night?” His smile was gone now and he was all seriousness.

 “Is there a law stating you can’t date anyone on your mail route? I’m not going to have the United States Postal Service reporting me to the police?” I gave a little smirk.

He laughed. “No. Nothing of the sort. Sometimes we get assigned routes where family live too. Not a big deal at all.”

“Okay, Simon. It’s a date then.”

“I’ll pick you up at six?”

“Sounds good.”

“See ya, Lucy.” He left to continue his route as I engaged in my favorite pastime admiring the view as he walked away.

“Okay.” I could hardly wait till Saturday night.

Simon didn’t deliver the mail on Saturday. Some older man did. I was disappointed but also had more anticipation for the evening ahead.

Simon picked me up in a red Jeep which made me laugh since it was only a newer version of the one he drove on his job. The dinner was nice and the movie was great but the best part of the evening was when he brought me back home. He walked me to the door, sat with me on the porch and we talked for another two hours.

Then he kissed me. He may not have walked that route today – but he delivered tonight. It was the best male I had ever received.

Making Cards

Years ago I attended a Stampin’ Up! Party and learned how to do all kinds of fun and creative stuff with stamps. Cards are my favorite and it had been awhile since I’ve done this and with a depressingly long winter, even the first day I tried, I didn’t enjoy myself and wasn’t  impressed with my efforts. After awhile though, I started to have fun again. I don’t often let myself play and this was play time. Here are some of the cards I made.

This first trio are done with colored pencils – by my daughter Joy (age 8).

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This next set I had fun using browns, which is not a normal palette for me but was fun. Hey, there was till pink in there…

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And then there were the happy, hoppy frogs… they were fun and I used watercolor pencils for those and some I even cut out and used pop-ups under so they “jump” out at you a little more.

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But I wasn’t done… Some more masculine brown/green/gold but then more cheerful pinks and oranges and lime greens.

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These were fun mixing textures and patterns.

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I have plenty more that I made in about a week (I did about eighty cards). I don’t mail out cards as much as I used to, but now when I do they will be ones made by me and hopefully cherished a little more for the time and effort that went into making them along with putting them in an envelope with an old fashioned stamp and sending them snail mail.