I continue to be strapped to the Shipping Table for another long day. I can’t look away while any book is still unsent; any email unanswered, any plaint unmet. Sometimes I wish I were the kind of self-centered fuck who could go for a spring hike and not think at all about the people waiting patiently (or not) in my Sort This Out folder, or the Mangled Reshipping pile, or the Returned, Forward Expired pile, or the set of six things that the labels got ripped off of, or the orders that mysteriously vanished from my ship list yet are neatly filed in the “Databased Orders” bin. Or the letters and swag to the UK and Canada. I can’t forget about any of it, not until it’s all finished. I say to myself, One More Day, One More Day, as the days stretch ahead. But I really think that Two More Days and I’ll have this licked.
I console myself with a long-haired Bryan Ferry, who wants to be my only, and I stop every few hours and go on the runaround (around the yard that is). And as usual I want less Brian Eno and Moar Bryan Ferry.
On the whole, the Postal Service did an amazingly fabulous job, shipping thousands of things with only about 25 errors, and about 20 of those were just one machine that didn’t like my recycled padded mailers.
I distract myself by enjoying the great reviews that are piling in, and the amazing beading that others are doing. Soon, Jean Power will be here, and I will drop everything and bead and swim and hike around and be ridiculous, and drink exciting cocktails. I have one more week to finish this work.
Here, distract your own self with this amazing Sea Dragon from Barbara Briggs, a combination of the excellence of lizards, the elegance of bees (taken to a Fullerish hexagonal situation) and an evolution of the Golden-Horned Sea Serpent, from the book. STUNNING. I want to add a tiny row of horns, but that is only because I was just admiring a Horned Lizard posted by Allison Shock.