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I am disappointed at the moment, I think moreso than the situation really explains.
Today's mail included, in addition to the usual selection of junk and a small check for some freelance work, two packages. One was from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elisem, containing my new pendant and cattitude's two new cat earrings.
The other was from Malaysia. I looked at it and thought "What hasfivemack sent me?!" A mysterious gift from halfway around the world, in an envelope with stamps showing rice and bananas, yet.
Inside was a nice postcard of the Sukhothai Golden Buddha, on which Tom professed his love for cities, and then said "I don't quite know if the enclosed is remotely [?] appropriate fortnh, if you think not could you give it to someone else, and if not, to TNH". Now, it's true that "the enclosed" is not at all my thing--Teresa, how do you feel about a cute pink washcloth?--so it's not that I'm thinking "He got her this cool thing that I want." It's that I thought he'd gotten me something, and it turns out to be more akin to sending a package "TNH, c/o redbird," only not labeled as such, so I thought it was something else cool from the friend who sent me a goat.
It may be relevant that I don't see TNH much except online, a mode in which Tom could equally well have sent the thing to Teresa, or hung onto it himself, because the net doesn't currently support Fabric Transport Protocol.
I'd been going to wait until Andy got home to open the package from Elise, but after feeling grumpy and itchy for a few minutes (the itchiness is unrelated to the package, but it doesn't help), I decided it would cheer me up. I am now wearing my new pendant. The pendant is smaller than I'd visualized, which probably means I'll wear it more often, because that makes it lighter.
Today's mail included, in addition to the usual selection of junk and a small check for some freelance work, two packages. One was from
elisem, containing my new pendant and cattitude's two new cat earrings.The other was from Malaysia. I looked at it and thought "What has
fivemack sent me?!" A mysterious gift from halfway around the world, in an envelope with stamps showing rice and bananas, yet.Inside was a nice postcard of the Sukhothai Golden Buddha, on which Tom professed his love for cities, and then said "I don't quite know if the enclosed is remotely [?] appropriate for
tnh, if you think not could you give it to someone else, and if not, to TNH". Now, it's true that "the enclosed" is not at all my thing--Teresa, how do you feel about a cute pink washcloth?--so it's not that I'm thinking "He got her this cool thing that I want." It's that I thought he'd gotten me something, and it turns out to be more akin to sending a package "TNH, c/o redbird," only not labeled as such, so I thought it was something else cool from the friend who sent me a goat.It may be relevant that I don't see TNH much except online, a mode in which Tom could equally well have sent the thing to Teresa, or hung onto it himself, because the net doesn't currently support Fabric Transport Protocol.
I'd been going to wait until Andy got home to open the package from Elise, but after feeling grumpy and itchy for a few minutes (the itchiness is unrelated to the package, but it doesn't help), I decided it would cheer me up. I am now wearing my new pendant. The pendant is smaller than I'd visualized, which probably means I'll wear it more often, because that makes it lighter.
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(Note to self: next time take photos of pendants next to the ruler.)
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It reminds me of Jack's family who possess a genetic distrust of the Postal Service, leading them to use family members to transport items to other family members across the country. This wouldn't be so bad if they didn't all have memories like sieves, leading to conversations like "Did you like the so-and-so that I sent you," "what so-and-so", "well, I gave it to T, to give to J, so he could give it to you." Then it becomes your job to track down the errant item.
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What are your views on, or at least preferred colours for, batik sarongs?
Tom
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You haven't quite done "Oh, you're from London, you must know my brother"--because I do know TNH. But I don't see her regularly, or know her taste well enough to know if she'd like that object.
I don't have a view on batik sarongs; I suspect I'd want to find a way to use it that didn't get tangled in the "but it has no pockets" problem.
My preferred colors for just about anything--and I think that would include batik sarongs are green (leaf/emerald, not khaki), purple (though not pink), and blue (but, unlike