Brown paper packages, tied up with string . . .
~Oscar Hammerstein II
Beings that Winter refuses to leave town for
the unforeseeable future and me being into
avoidance, been pondering some of my own
favorite things!
I believe Mr. Postman may actually be one
of the great loves of my life. From puberty
to motherhood, I always snail-mailed a
couple or so letters a day. I imagine, living
in Olde Mexico helped as well . . .
And, then there are packages. I swear, there
is nothing more fun, more entertaining than
gifts, packing them up, and sending them
off to brighten someone's day. It's such a
process. The choosing of the right gift for
a friend. Finding just the right box and
and packagings. And make no mistake . . .
brown paper is essential! Alas, the post
office won't accept string any longer!
As package postage seems to be in
competition to win first place in pricing,
I've been sending books of late. Book
rate is a little easier for one living on
half retirement. Even so, sometimes the
stamps are more than the book to begin
with; go figure! Still fun anyway . . .
Last, but not least, I love postcards. I
buy them everywhere. I even buy new
cards and cut them into the old 4" x 6".
I send out over 250 every Christmas.
My friends must think I'm nuts.
Sooooo maybe, just maybe, you'll be
next to get something in the mail from
me!
hey mister postman
any packages for me
awaiting the mail
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