I learned a valuable lesson recently: When life hands you lemons, write letters. I did, and I enjoyed every alphabet. I am filled to brimming with gratitude that I was able to finish what I set out to do. I have much to be grateful for. Like not having had to lick stamps. I am grateful for tape. Transparent tapes, paper tapes, Japanese tape . . . Duct Tape. I have had a long affair with tape. I might be addicted to it. Surely some of you know that by now.
I worked in the mail room for an oil company in downtown Houston, once upon a time. Being the only female in a male mail room had its perks and drawbacks, but it's the tape that I think of when I look back on that time. Well, tape and the boss. Tape me up! Tape me down! My family swears that trying to open a package from me is like trying to break into WikiLeaks.
The best news is, I am caught up after the missing mail mess. Shades of Nancy Drew! I hope I'm caught up. If I owe you a letter, please, don't hesitate to let me know. Just wait a week first though, in case our corresponding paths cross on land, or in the air.