Today I made it to my office a bit after 11. I drafted some things I needed to draft, and got one "out the door" via e mail. As I revised yet another document, I placed into the
cassette player my recently-recorded awful cassette of Christmas classics. It had that certain "I cannot say what" to which I aspired, although as with most of my creative output I fear that I will be much more amused than any other audience.
I follow a simple rule about small businesses on line. I sent them e mails to make sure they are still in business, prior to sending them a CD to duplicate or similar thing. My Monday e mail to the folks who duplicated my "Vibrating Electric Fields" CD, checking to make sure they were still up and running, went unanswered. I used the Dallas Observer classfieds to hunt out other prospects. I found a place in Austin, Texas who sounded like just the ticket, and whose pricing was sufficiently modest to make the whole thing workable.
I fired them off an e-mail, because kazoos played off key at Christmas cannot be denied. Mitigated? Perhaps. But never denied. Best played at low volumes, with ears protected by plugs.
I got a kind note from an eBay buyer. I had found myself behind a few days getting a sci fi book sale mailed. Yesterday I got a rather vigorous e mail, fretting about it. One refund and one mailing later, the buyer was in a different state of mind. Sometimes accepting responsibility prompts acceptance of responsibility.
Now I'm off to Federal Express, and then to take a long walk through a wetlands trail.
I'm tempted to take photographs, although I have too many cameras full of photos already.
Maybe the pinhole which is my mind will say "snap", but that phrase reads all wrong somehow.