Newsletter - 2024-12-14

Its time for another newsletter - and the reflection that there is but one before Christmas, and then one more before another year, the time when we plan to change of many things and seldom do. The problem is the many things; for one would not only be easier to change, but would take less time if all your energy was focused only towards that.

This week I have found all the small things that go towards the building of this newsletter to be a very good distraction from what I was trying not to think about. And it came together quite easily. All of the diary dates I wrote down first turned out to be on the right day, which is not always the case, and only one subject had to be changed as it was too obscure to have appeared on a card. I kind of knew that when I wrote it down, but hunted for way too long, just on the off chance. As for my first choice for the 15th, well I decided to leave that in the box, though I do have several cards, and all of them are quite amazing! Maybe next year though.....

So settle down, and allow the stories of this week`s final selection to be told.....

And there we must halt our investigations for another week. Time has beaten me, once more, and I must now put away these things and prepare to start anew on Sunday, Saturday being reserved for all the other things I neglected in the quest to get this newsletter out in time. 

I am not sure why I ever considered a weekly newsletter, but it was one of the things I rashly promised when I first offered to work on your website. Since then it has endured, and usually on time, despite there being many interruptions; oddly when I was off camping in a field with not a whiff of internet it still arrived on time; whilst the week in which I somehow went to two concerts within three days everything, not just the newsletter, was a casualty. As for the third concert, in July of this year, at least that was on a Saturday, and I made myself knuckle down and have the newsletter entirely written by the Wednesday. 

I have found writing them amusing, inspiring, and also educational, and it continues to amaze me how many headlines and birthdays can be linked to cards. Some weeks my writing has been in the middle of sad news, even of departures, and I have found that it has given me something to keep going for, as well as provided a diversion from thinking of those wretched and most unwanted changes to things and companions I thought would always be part of my life.

I am not sure how long I will continue, for that is not up to me, it is entirely commanded by some unknown being in the clouds, maybe even in a spaceship, who allots our span on this earth and can cancel it on a whim, without a single chance of bribery, or cajoling, being allowed to alter their decision. But I hope to continue for some time yet.

This week, on the eleventh, I realised that I had been a member of the Cartophilic Society for forty-five years, which is quite an accomplishment. I cannot, off the top of my head, think of many who have lasted for an entire half century, but I will consider myself privileged, indeed, should I be allowed to join them.