Well, not really...I am prone hyperbole. I just finished a letterbox to plant. Was this cause for joy and celebration? Yes and no. I love the feeling of putting those final touches on the box and knowing it is good to go. I know where I want to plant it. Not the EXACT location for the box, but the place I want to take people. So that is the "yes" part. The "no" part is that this little box now joins an ever growing pile of completed boxes clamoring to be planted.
I have no real excuse or reason. The weather's been fine, there has been time available. What's the hitch??? The short answer is: me. The long answer is: I have discovered I get a little particular (or as it is said in the modern vernacular: anal) when it come to planting. The place has to be appropriate to the box... the actual spot needs to be accessible but discrete... exposure both to prying eyes and the elements has to be considered. Are all these things ABSOLLUTLY necessary? The short answer is: no. The long answer is: apparently in my mind, yes. (Okay, that is not really a long answer, but it is more than the first monosyllabic one. Semantics, semantics!) This is not to mention the stamps in progress, plus the ones in my head, not to mention the spots picked but no stamp image in mind yet.
I'm not sure how to get over this hurdle, but I better figure it out soon or I will be overwhelmed with waiting boxes. Although I suppose there are worse things in the world to contend with. Or is this just another case of "kitty mittens"!?
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