When life gets a little bit sucky around here in my brick bungalow paradise, I sometimes get discouraged by blogging. I CAN'T WAIT to move forward to the point that I can relay the humorous side of single-girl life. I am expecting some surprises. (Hmmm... That's a little oxymoronic...) Right now, it's all yuck. What to write about when my life is a steaming heap of day-old possum innards?
I'm a member of this little thing called "Plinky". Plinky sends prompts and suggestions to writers who want to experiment with different topics. I have a vast collection of these now, because I never use them: my life is giving me abundant material just now. But I'd love to rest from all the emotion for a short interval, and this one is pretty light-weight.
"What was the last real letter you received in the mail?"
I disqualified Christmas letters. So, would you believe that the last social letter I got was in 2006?!? From Dad, who was 75 at the time. He was such a Luddite. No computer in the house, so no e-mail. I saved it - here it is.
Dear Simon, Kate, Sara and Nate,
Adventure Central checking in: the conquest of Whitney, Labor Day weekend 2006.