Le Morte d'Arthur

As some letterboxers might know, I love trying to translate my favorite works of art to pieces of rubber. Sometimes it works, sometime not so much.



I've always been in love with the illustrations that Aubrey Beardsley did for Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur and started carving stamps from the many that he drew.



I planted the first of the stamps-a section of the Title Page-when I was home visiting my parents last weekend. I'll eventually plant the rest around Minnesota and Wisconsin, possibly in other states.

Hopefully I can get around to planting the second one-Merlin-this weekend. We have Evan's little 7 year old staying with us this weekend, so I probably won't get much done.

It should be interesting.

It's almost here!

My copy of Harry Potter arrives tomorrow!

I'm almost afraid to read it. I hate endings and apparently this is a big one. I'll probably be a mess by the end of it.

Plan for this weekend:

Avoid news broadcasts, newspapers, etc.
Work Paw Pals at the library and avoid discussing Harry Potter with those who are carrying around a copy of HP#7.
Run errands.
HP#7 should arrive around 4 pm.
Read the rest of the weekend. Have box of tissues at hand.

I'm sure I'll love the new one, but I'm dreading finishing it.

And if anyone spoils the ending for me, it won't be pretty.

Has it been that long already?

Yesterday was my four year anniversary with Evan. Four years! It really doesn't seem that long. We met in a Shakespeare class and started dating the summer before I left for Wales. The "Has-he-popped-the-question?" questions have pretty much died down by now. They resurface around Christmas and Valentines, but we're happy not being married or engaged, thank you very much. Yeah, we'll probably get married eventually, but I just started grad school and Evan just got his first "adult" job, so we're in no hurry to change things just yet.

We stayed in last night, mostly because both of us had to work early today, and had one of our "Asian Stereotype" nights. Meaning we ordered in Chinese, drank sake, and watched anime. Last night's selection was some of the first season of Avatar. Ok, so maybe a Nickelodeon produced show that has it's own Happy Meal toys doesn't technically qualify as anime. It's still a damn fine cartoon.

The best part of all though was what he got me as a present-a gift certificate for Stampeaz! While I do appreciate the gift card, it's more the fact he actually paid attention. Evan puts up with letterboxing. He knows I love it and will go out letterboxing to spend time with me. He's also been known to be amazed by some of the postals I receive. He does complain about the coffee table being my carving table and the little bits of rubber that seem to get everywhere, but he doesn't get too upset because he knows it makes me happy.

I'm really lucky.