It’s not nearly as violent as it sounds. In fact, it’s not violent at all.
This morning and afternoon I made a mad dash of letter writing, trying to write as many as I could before the mail arrived. I got the fourth letter sealed and stamped minutes before the mail came. Well, technically, the first letter was written yesterday, but the mail didn’t come, so the ones from today joined it. And, with my wife as witness, off they went!
It felt good to spend time on my 1965 Hermes 3000, writing long overdue letters. I’m still way behind, responding to letters from late March. You would think I’m a celebrity or something. I’m a poor pen pal, much like I’m a Poor Typist. But those who have corresponded with me before have come to expect the delay. It does seem to make their receipt of my next letter a genuine surprise.
I think I might be typed out for the day. Letter writing doesn’t sound taxing–at all–yet it requires careful thought of wording and content. What to write? How to word it? Is that offensive? Where’s the Ko-Rec-Type?
This very well could have been a post on that other blog, and yet it landed here.
So be it.