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{February 21, 2010}   The lost art of letter writing

Letter writing is a definitely a lost art, no one seems to do it anymore and who can blame them, it takes time to pull out the stationary, find a pen, who has those things lying around anymore, then you have to know the address and put a stamp on it, whew, that’s a lot of work! Then… your hand starts to cramp from writing so much because it’s been so long since we wrote with pen and paper, we have computers now, everything’s done through e-mail, it’s instant and who doesn’t want instant gratification? I know I do on a lot of things.

But don’t we just love it when someone sends us a letter? we look in the mailbox and weren’t expecting anything and wow, there it is! we get all tingly inside and have warm fuzzies because we know someone cares about us and took the time to write to us, old school and send it snail mail… wow…

My dad is like that, he loves to send letters, he’s terrific about it. he always finds some cool stationary to send a letter on, maybe it’s spiderman stationary he found at a museum. we like to send each other interesting post cards from different locations, like to be a little different. who needs two coconuts mailed to them? one from hawaii and one from walt disney world, it was too cool not to send.

As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions and I am full of those! i get onto these kicks where I am going to write letters to people and make them feel good, well, see how far that’s gotten me. i buy cool note cards and stationary sets because i can’t resist them, but then they just sit there. i do like the boxes that stationary comes in, those i use after the papers are gone.

 But yesterday, hold yourselves back, i wrote two letters! one was to my dad on this pretty stationary he gave me for valentines day, it’s more like single sheet note card [card stock] in an interesting shape with roses on it. makes me feel slightly romantic in a victorian elizabeth bennett way, ok, stop rolling your eyes. it felt good to put pen to paper.

shhh, don’t tell my dad that it’s coming.  now i just have to find a stamp…



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