It was a mixed up day. Three cards in the mail. Two bits of bad news. None of any of it were expected. A surprise all around.
A postcard, antique in the images, ripped from a set of cards. Because “that’s what they were made for, right?” And indeed it was. Neat script, explaining the postcard and asking what I am up to. Up to tings that were enumerated. It will be easy to answer. No staring at blank and trying to come up with what to say.
A card wishing “Happy Thanksgiving” and talking about Trader Joe’s with all kinds of things that she would like to get us for Christmas. Except, she had to drive 200 miles to visit. We have only six blocks to walk to a Trader Joe’s. It doesn’t seem special to us if she chose something and sent it to us, except it would be, coming from her.
A CD and a very special thank you card. Thanking me for sharing so much so long ago. We listened to it and enjoyed a lot.
I do not get mail very often. Today three pieces of very special pieces – all handwritten. It isa blessing.
Do you watch “Great British Bake Off”? There are 12 episodes. In each one they do a Signature Bake, A Technical Challenge, and a Show Stopper. At the end of each episode they name a Star Baker, the person who did the best. Then they announce who will need to go home. It is always thrilling to see who is the Star Baker. It is always a tough job to announce who is going home.
Our bad news is similar. No one has to go home. In fact they have to stay home. Because they have Covid. As do some very special people in our life. We heard of their Covid diagnosis today. We are hoping for the best for all of them.
— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k