We've earned another Saturday, in another week, in another month, in another year. The same old aches and pains want to follow from the old year, but I have a posse now. I have a posse of two hot water bottles, and one is dressed to beat the winter chills. Isn't it sweet? It was the first Christmas gift opened last year. Erin insisted. Not because she thought I deserved it; I believe she was simply nosy. I used it the same night. My right shoulder insisted. And, let me tell you, I wish I'd bought a cover for my red one. The heat is totally different . . . Sorry! I will hush now, but "Thank you, dear, sweet, thoughtful, Anna! I hope you've read my thank-you." Oh, the joy that comes in the mail!
Isn't it just the sweetest thing? I get the best gifts, because I have the best pen friends. Okay, I'm moving on . . .
A postcard sent to elicit sympathy and understanding. I am a keeper of quotes. Here is one related to letter-writing:
"I consider it a good rule for letter-writing to leave unmentioned what the recipient already knows, and instead tell him something new." ~Sigmund Freud
Mail that's ready for Monday. I could not bring myself to visit the post office three days in a row, so I took the weekend off. Aha! I rememberd one of the other perks I tried to tell you about last night. The post office will send you an e-mail if they try to deliver a package and you're not at home. They offer options: 1) Redeliver, 2) return to sender, or, 3) customer will pick up. Filling out the form was a bit of a pain. It could be a Mac thing, as usual, but it should not take as long as it did.
I know I signed up to test their perks but I confess: I was annoyed for a nano second, because 1) we were home all day, 2) there was no "attempt to deliver notice" left, and 3) I really need the black LAMY ink I ordered. UPS left a great big old box on the front porch. So why couldn't they? Maybe that's not such a good thing any more. Have you seen news reports and footage of thieves in action, stealing packages left on front porches? Hmm. Maybe it's just a Christmas phenom?
And . . . Here's another postcard! Ta-da! Such a stage I am in. Not my dotage. Just fun.
For the record? Life is good.