Postcard Problems

It is a really great thing to do: sending postcards all over the world. And the greatest thing still is when they arrive, and someone sends a postcard back to you. However, the postcard must arrive for that, and that is where the problems come in. The case is: post takes it slow nowadays. They have decided that slow is fashion, and they have to come along with fashion somehow. First there was slow food, now there is slow post.

Off course, some of it is due to the TNT-problems in our own country. That cannot be the only problem: it seems to be Europe-wide. A simple postcard to Germany takes twice the amount to travel than it normally does. The same goes for other European countries. The strange thing is: the same postcard sent to the USA or even Japan arrives sooner than a card to Germany or Spain!

I would say: thank you for bringing my postcards towards all ends of the world that fast. But do not forget the postcards closer to home, those people are waiting for their postcards as well!

Rain is in the air...

For the last week it has rained many times. I admit, the sun shone as well, but the rain always came back to us.

Unlike many people, I simply love rainy days. I like to be inside a warm house, with some nice music on. I love to read a book, or do some crafting, while the rain pours out against the windows. My only problem is, that on such days, I hardly come out at all when it depends on myself. So on such days I do need someone to get me out, someone who hates rain, because it is harder to do what he likes to do. Meanwhile we do a little less shopping, and a little more staying at home, and I do not mind at all!

The Chaotic Mind Relieved

Yesterday I told you about how I forgot my photo-camera in the bus. Today I have happy news concerning this: it is found again! It still is at the lost-and-found, where I'll pick it up today.

Oh boy, I was really releived!

Stupid Things of a Chaotic Mind

Yes dear readers, this morning the worst happened to me what can ever be produced by a chaotic mind: forgetfulness. And then so much forgetfulness, that I forgot something aweful.
This afternoon I have to make a newscast with some classmates. So I went to school with, off course, my camera. A nice camera, which has costed me almost 300 euros - one I cannot buy now, with my students' fee.
As you might already have seen coming: I was there, in the bus, and had to get into another bus. Off course I took my bag, and... went out of the bus, and to school.
But, wait, my camera. It did not fit into my bag. Where is it? Off course: in the bus. So there is my camera, all on its own, and there am I, with a big problem.

A little point of light is, that I could get a camera at school for this project. I should have remembered that before I went from home. I should not have forgotten mine. At least the project can go on, but now I am on a huge quest to find my camera. Which will be a problem after all.

So after telling my story, I will go on with my crying, while I try to get my camera back. To be continued...

It's a Beautiful Day!

The sun is shining, at least, it was before it got dark. This morning the alarmclock went off early again, on my free day! I had to be ad the GP early, because I have had many headaches the last months. And since I was not at home, I had to go early to be there in time.

After being at home for some hours, while I could do many things I had to or wanted to do for a long time, Rob and I went to my granddad. My grandmother was gone, to buy some presents for my cousin who will be nine years old next Friday, and for my aunt who will be old tomorrow. (When she'd perhaps read it, Didi, I wish you a happy birthday!)

Off course we've been at Rob's for some time now, and we've dined with... pancakes! Dad, that was not on purpose, and they were not as delicious as yours the day before yesterday. But still, I really like pancakes. I shall have to make Rob cook a real dinner tomorrow.

Postcrossing

And yes, there went another card. My addiction of sending and receiving postcards keeps increasing. As a child I already collected all birthday-cards I got in a big, old, leather schoolbag. In addition to that, my great-aunt often sent each of us in the family cards with Christmas, birthdays, and in my memory just very often. We always loved to get mail from her.

While writing my last postcrossing card, I remembered this. I had decided to write why I got addicted to Postcrossing, and I realized that it all started here, with my postcard-loving great-aunt. Oh, now I miss her, with her vintage cards, self-made cards, and her beautiful handwriting all over them.

When I came across an article about Postcrossing last year, it feeled like the perfect idea to fill my postcard-gap. The whole idea is: you send cards to addresses and profiles, generated by the site for you. Others get your address generated and send you a card, as soon as you have sent one. So you receive as many cards as you like.

One warning: when you begin it, it is very addictive!

The Postcrossing site