Perfect Card, Imperfect Place!

Perfect Card, Imperfect Place!

So that's where it was.

I am shocked, surprised and saddened. The perfect birthday card for a friend found in a mound of papers within the desk drawer. I frown, her birthday was four months ago and this was the perfect card.

Unfortunately, I put the perfect card in an imperfect place.


I chuckle, with her birthday long passed will I remember it next year? Now where should I put it? I know, the other desk drawer with the stationary. I frown, will I remember I put it there?

I open the drawer to discover stray batteries, keys to things long gone and various knick knacks. I start to re-think putting the card here.

I rummage through the drawer again. What's this? A torn bit of paper with a phone number and a name. Whose Wilma? I scrunch it up and toss it into the trash. It hits the basket and I imagine the crowd roaring with the basket going in.

After the basking I suddenly feel regret and decide to move the scrunched paper to the recycle bin. I feel better even though I don't get the roar of the crowd for the deposit.

Back to my drawer and the treasures within!

Yellow parking tickets beckon from their dark place within the drawer. I examine them, did these get paid? I lay them aside and vow to investigate.

I close the imperfect drawer with the perfect card. I decide to investigate those tickets. As I start to input the details in the website I swear I hear someone saying "Just mail it". I look around the empty apartment and fail to see who uttered those words.

I continue my investigations into the tickets. "Just mail it." I sigh and realize the voice comes within.

I start to ponder the nonsensical advice. Should I mail the card now?

My friend will be the recipient of a birthday card 8 months early or 4 months late depending on your perspective. I grin, maybe that's a new optimist/pessimist test. Forget half full or half empty. Early or Late should be the new barometer.

I open the imperfect drawer and see the card. I swear the heavens are shining down on it.

I carefully remove it from the drawer and decide, to hell with it. I am sending it early.

Crazy I know, but so is our friendship. My friend will get a chuckle of getting the card 8 months early. Or did I not send her a card at all? I push that nagging thought from my mind and decide to send it along anyway.

As I address the envelope I smile. She's going to wonder why a card and when she opens it she'll laugh at getting the card so early.

Now where are my stamps?

Karen Joan Watson

Writer Artist - kjwatson.ca ART WRITE

3 周

Yes too relate-able! Solution for the roar of the crowd at making a basket in the recycling bin... make the bin round!

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4 周

Steve Elliot DTM I love the external processing on paper

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4 周

We have the same set of desk drawers... Great choice of descriptive words. Well package and presented. Really enjoyed the flow of the story and the inside tract that the friend is a she although never named. Well done Steve Elliot DTM

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