Postage stamps

My postage stamps are inappropriate for mailing a sympathy card.

Here are the postage stamps I have:

 

These definitely have no business being affixed to an envelope containing a sympathy card.

So I dug around to see if my husband has some postage stamps…

He does!   Jimi Hendrix stamps!  NO better!

Seriously, you can’t put the image of Jimi shedding on the envelope that carries the sympathy card.

What am I to do? I thought about trying to buy more stamps….

But I know I’ll never get around to it, and these sympathy cards will just sit here, unseen and unsent. I need to drop these in the mailbox

first thing tomorrow morning.

So I have decided I’m going to use the circus stamps — the ones with Sells Floto, the trapeze walker.

At least she has a sad look on he face.

I Love that you wear jeans. I love that.

I love how everybody wants to wear jeans to work. Anytime people in offices have a “casual” day or the place is closed for business or whatever, everyone you see has on their jeans.

I love that jeans are still what we wear.  That no one has come up with anything better! I love that. We are wearing basically the same pants the farmers and miners and cowboys wore in the 1870’s.  When you need an all-purpose, casual pant, jeans are really the only choice.  Practically nobody thinks that wearing jeans is beneath them.  And no matter how much you paid for them, even the most expensive jeans are hardly distinguishable from more plebian varieties.  Jeans are the great equalizer. They haven’t really changed much, and by and large, everyone seems to agree that blue is the color that denim should be. Look down a city street in any direction and  you will see a sea of blue legs. And we are all okay with this? YES! Very much so, and we have been okay with it for decades.  And that’s what I love about blue jeans.

Power Cut

And so I was finishing up a baked pasta, and  it was turning out well. See my very unglamourous stove burners

with cooked on goodness. Yum. Anyway, I was playing a McCartney album on YouTube, Red Rose Speedway,  while I was

wrapping  up the cooking and getting it on the table, and the song, “Power Cut” came on.

And then came this  magical confluence — me in the kitchen,  puttering, gonna feed the fam, and the song Power Cut. Lovely.

Fine Ham Abounds!

It Does! Every day, in every way, fine ham is abounding.