Yesterday I wrote about all the letters I received in the late 70s and early 80s. I guess I was a better correspondent back then. Probably writing a letter was a great way to procrastinate all the reading I had to do during my endless years of higher education, because the minute I got out of grad school, the productivity ended.
For a while I would write Christmas letters and send cards, especially when my kids were little. And I did always write long letters to the kids’ grandmother in Ireland, since it was too expensive to phone them.
But wow, I stink at mailing things to people these days, or at least I did for a decade or more.
How do I know?
I know that, because look what I found when we were discovering all those hidden gems from my former office closet last night:
Oh my. It’s a box of Yule gifts I was supposed to send someone many years ago. It took me forever to get the stuff, then to wrap it up. And top top it all off, I MISPLACED it and never mailed it! I opened my card to the recipient and felt so sad for her. So, I plan to stick another note in it and actually SEND the darned thing.
I felt so guilty about not sending this package that I didn’t participate in the gift exchanges for a few years! But, this will be a nice surprise. I wonder what the presents are?
Public declaration: I will write anyone who writes me. I’m better now, for an official Hermit of the Hermits’ Rest. Actually, the reason I’m better now is because I have an office and an office manager, sigh.
The Hermits' Rest 