Real mail

Posted on February 18, 2011


Awhile ago I wrote a little piece about the joys of receiving real, honest-to-goodness mail in the mailbox out by the road (Stationery).  My goal was to get people to use their imaginations to come up with a little surprise for someone else.  A nice surprise.  I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.  People sent me little surprises.  Nice ones.  I am finally catching up with my correspondence.  I have located envelopes that are not stuck together, and cards that are pretty and stamps that, combined with more stamps of more recent vintage, should serve.  Now, what to say . . .

To Karma, who made a pencil portrait of Miss Sadie and the Cowboy? 

Or to Isa, who sent pretty stationery that reminded her of my lakes and wished me an early spring?

Or to PJ, who packaged up a license plate and a vintage Torch Lake postcard?  I am not kidding.

Well, Thank You springs to mind.  And there might be a word or two beyond that, written on the pretty cards tucked into the creamy envelopes, all of it to be deposited in the Eastport Post Office on Saturday.  After that it’s in Katherine’s hands, or Rick’s.

And while I’m at it, I think I should send some real mail to a couple of other correspondents.  Birgitte sent me all those lovely little Nisser, and all she got was an email.  What was I thinking? 

And Molly’s letters reminded me of the nice fat ones that used to fly back and forth with friends I missed dearly when we moved across the country.  Email responses, while better than nothing, seem insufficient. 

And there are more.  My evening’s pleasures are laid out for me.  Ten pretty cards chosen, check.  Ten envelopes addressed, check.  A little cup of tea, a little note.  Tuck, seal, stamp.  OK, maybe a little glass of wine, we’ll see.  Civilized.  Let’s hope I remember how to construct a sentence without a keyboard!  Yes indeed.  Miss Sadie and the Cowboy have offered to help with the sealing and stamping.  Miss Puss . . . well, you know how she is.