Omen for a great trip

We’re getting ready. The clothing list is mostly a line of neat checks. It’s hard to dig out the flannel shirts and sweaters in the Houston heat; hard to believe I can possibly be even chilly before sometime in October. But Cousin Barb says, “Don’t ask questions; bring the warm stuff.”

This is going to be such fun, of course we’ll want to share it by sending lots of postcards. I’ve got my postcard address list ready—that’s usually the first obstacle to sending cards—where’d I put those addresses? This time I’m really ready. I’ve made labels for the folks I want to send several cards to across the trip.

Peel, stick, and—oh wait! Who has a stamp? And what does it take to mail a postcard?

I took care of that today. Off to the post office to stand in the Friday afternoon line. Whatever was I thinking? I didn’t make chit-chat. I bought a couple of sheets of postcard stamps and was out of there. I didn’t even look at them until I got to the door.

Then I laughed out loud. Talk about an omen for a good, good trip! Here are my stamps!