Tuesday, March 28

Spring Is Springing



Spring seems to be springing already and you know, we really haven’t had much of a winter here. (Those are my grape hyacinths that grow under the dining room window--aren't they pretty? You can also see that the flowerbeds need to be cleaned out . . . yikes!) Oh, we’ve had few days of snow, but no real accumulation, and a few days of serious cold, but no long stretches of temperatures below freezing. That’s unusual but certainly not unheard of here in the middle of the United States. I remember lots of mild winters. But I think this one is feeling weird because it’s been a weird year. Between body stuff going on—which has been resolved—and an election I can’t fathom and all the unconventional activity in our nation’s capital, everything feels . . . I dunno—unsettled. 

I’m not the only one feeling this sea change—Son has mentioned it and I know Husband is aware that this year has been/is different. Liz and I have had endless conversations about life seeming different and sorta uncomfortable right now—like a pair of yoga pants that are a little too snug or socks that keep slipping down. I’m hoping that a trip to see the Grandboy soon will even things out in my head and that opening the lake cottage will bring some sense of normalcy because man, I am ready for just plain normal. 

To be very honest I’m also really ready for Lent to be over—I miss my social media. The break has been eye-opening. I never would’ve guessed I was so addicted, but apparently, I am. I’m missing out on a lot of stuff from friends and family and church and writing circles and editor groups. Hopefully, everyone will still remember who I am when I get back after Easter. 

I’m so thankful for Liz, who keeps me in the loop—we text or talk or gChat at least once a day, more often most days. We do that anyway whether I’m on social media or not—I need Lizzy like I need air. Dee stays in touch and so does sister PJ and my good buddy, Charlie. But you know what’s really cool? Fellow Wrangler Margie has been sending me stuff via snail mail—cards and little notes just to check in—and I want to say here how much I appreciate her care and concern. I don’t know who told her that I love, love to get mail—I always have loved to get mail, but wow! This is so much fun! I’m thinking Margie may have a new pen pal because I love to write letters too. There’s just something special about a pen and pretty paper, don’t you think? I got this one from her yesterday . . . and it’s on the bulletin board above my desk—a sweet reminder that she knows how much I’m missing the contact of social media. Thanks, Margie—you rock, baby!

So here’s the Word Wranglers question of the week: Do you like writing letters? Would you go back to pen, stationery, and stamps if you had the opportunity? If so, send somebody a note today. I’m sure it would be much appreciated.

13 comments:

  1. What a cool post. My friend Judith is the creme de la creme of letter writers. She sends most of them via email anymore, but they are outstanding. I'm afraid I've lost the knack, although not the wish. It's what kept Duane and me connected during Vietnam--we even fought via mail! I hardly write letters anymore, but I am a card person--I'm glad for them.

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    1. Husband and I wrote dozens of letter while I was at college--he'd already graduated and was living in another city. I still have all of them...

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  2. That's awesome, Margie! I love to get mail as well and firmly believe in sending mail (otherwise all we get are bills and junk) but am not so good on the execution of my beliefs ๐Ÿ˜„

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    1. Isn't getting mail fun? Margie has definitely brightened up my social media fast!

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  3. I do like writing letters...but I do it so rarely, that I'm not sure it counts! lol

    Margie, how sweet!! :D

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    1. I think I'm going to try to write more letters. They're fun and even though my handwriting has deteriorated considerably, it's still a nice thing to do...

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  4. My Grandboy said to me recently, "Grandma, I need you to send me mail." How could I resist that request? So every week I send him a hand written card, even though he cannot read yet. I include something small, a page of stickers, or his grandpa sends him a guitar pick. So he is my current pen pal. I still love snail mail.

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    1. That's delightful, Carolyn! I love it!

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  5. I used to love to write letters. Still have box of letters from hubby tucked away. I think about writing letters but don't. I do try and acknowledge gifts with a thank you card. Great post.

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    1. Thanks, Patrice--I too always try to acknowledge gifts with a handwritten thank you note. My mom taught me how important that is.

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  6. Well, who doesn't love to get mail? I'm so glad you're enjoying them. I've been enjoying the creation of them as well. I'd meant to be a lot more prolific, but procrastination has a tendency to conquer my best intentions:)

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  7. I'm terrible at writing letters, always have been. I even gave up writing a Christmas form letter. But like everyone else, I love getting mail. The only thing I'm good at is sending cards. I usually manage to remember family birthdays and the like.

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    1. BTW, I'm very jealous that you have flowers already. Here in the great white north we're not even close. We don't usually put out bedding plants until the end of May. But tulips should start coming up sometime in April. I hope.

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