I had to order checks, because the guy who cuts my lawn takes checks and cash only and I’m not leaving cash under the planter in this … transitioning neighborhood.
Actually, the other night I accidentally left the passenger window open all night in m’car and the car is parked right on the street, and? Nothing.
Still. Not leaving cash.
I mean, other than that I’ve got no reason to have checks, and when I got in with the credit union last year they sent me one book only, and it took me a whole year to use them.
Oh! And I have to send checks to my mother, to pay her back slowly
for the fence.
The point of this whole story is that when I finally had to order new ones, with my new set of checks came a flyer for return address labels. Although at this point I mail a letter maybe once every three months, I’d still like to have them for Christmas and even those quarterly times I mail a letter. Because I’m so pressed for time. #BusyExec
I perused the label design choices, and?
I chose clear.
Who have I become?
I remember back in the early ’90s, and once again I’d like to remind you that any time I use an apostrophe, when I’m creating these masterpieces I cannot see the curl of the apostrophe. But I put it right up against the word before it, hoping it curls to the left as it should, then half the time when I see the published version, it’s curled the wrong way, and this is the sort of thing that makes a copy editor end it all.
Anyway, back when it hovered around 1990, see how I avoided the apostrophe there? I had to order checks and I was on the phone with my bank du jour. “Can you just pick out the girliest design you have?” I asked the man on the phone. And he did a great job! They were pink and had gold-foil curlicues and I was beside myself with pleasedness. I was still the four-year-old ordering the holiday donut with all the tassels and jellybeans and lace on it.
But I’ve moved away from all that. I mean, don’t get me wrong: I drive a baby-blue car with baby-blue tires that’s the size of a pickle. But while I still like feminine and cute, I don’t like pink and fussy anymore. I’ve evolved. I mean, have you ever seen such an evolved person?
But I think people still think that I’d choose the pink thing with cherubs on it, when really I’d go more for the midcentury green and blue thing now.
Which leads me to my question: What do you have like that? What’s one way you’ve changed, but people around you haven’t quite gotten it yet? Have you told them, or do you just let them think it?
I remember some friends of mine from back in Michigan kept white Zinfandel on hand for me for decades, as unfortunately that’s what I drank back when I lived there. But I was onto merlot and then chardonnay and now fizzy strawberry water, yet every time I visited these friends, “Oh, and we got you some white Zin!”
Mother of god. “Great!” I’d say, looking for my spiral perm to complete the look.
While I’m writing this, I can see three new comments going up on my last post, and it feels like when you’re texting someone and they’ve written something and you’re answering it but you see they’re over there writing a new thing. That always stresses me out more than it should.
Okay, talk at you.