Chronicles of a Painting: Part 1

I left the last painting I created this year "forgotten" to dry for a month that turned into almost three.  I started  with an attitude that usually revolves around me when I begin a painting of not caring for the painting.  My mentality is a plain one: It's just another painting.  But ultimately, it becomes more than just a painting.  Believe me when I say this, all I do becomes more than what it is because I find the meaning to attach to it even if I have to dig and dig and get my hands all muddy.

Now, I knew I had to give it up and this is why 1. I had this do not care about attitude and 2. I procrastinated until the last moment to mail in the painting.  I had always an excuse of next weekend or lets wait another month so it can be really really dry.  All excuses that are non professional.  Today I can say I mailed it.

I felt nervous to the point that I sat in the car writing a letter to Paul and his family and upon seeing my messy handwriting I rewrote it.  I bought the tube at Staples feeling weird to enter with the rolled up painting and finding it significantly easy to find the right tube when I thought it was going to take me an hour.  I made time for I do not know what and I ended up leaving the store close to 4:25pm.  I didn't do it intentionally even though I know they close the post office at 5:00pm sharp.

To my surprise, there was no line.  As I explained to the lady at the post office that I had to mail this large tube to New Zealand, I realized how naive I was of not knowing if I was doing things right.  Where do I put the address and where does my name go and who is in charge of putting tape?

More so, can I walk the painting to the truck? Where are you going to put it in the meanwhile and is there such thing as staying all night/travelling with the painting?

All I got was "thank you," "this is all it" "I will finish packing it" which translates to "yes, please go you are holding up the line."