Due to unforeseen circumstances, I got a little behind on the Happy Day Project.
I wrote my letters.
I addressed them.
Then I went to the desk to get stamps.
And there were none. What?
So I texted Mr. Dunbar, “Ummm, stamps?”
His response, “Bogie thought they were stickers.”
Okay, back to letters…
Growing up I loved to write letters. Writing and receiving letters was a favorite pastime. There was no email. No texting. Only snail mail. And the run to the mailbox. The anticipation was always the same. The joy was always great, reading and re-reading the mail. Handwritten thoughts. Genuine thoughts.
Today, for my letters, I didn’t write any sagas in my letters, just short and sweet notes that will hopefully brighten some days.
So anyhow, I went and got stamps and the letters are going out today.
I picked up stamps at the market and they gave me these.
Holiday stamps. Wowzers.
Don’t you love to get mail? Non-bill mail?