1. HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME
Ah. Summer. I have not been much at the computer lately. Instead, I have been trying to soak up as much sun and warmth and blue skies and gentle breezes and sunrises and sunsets as I can. We are having an epic summer here in the Northwest. Outstanding. Exemplary. Scary.
Yes, we are acting like the teammates of a pitcher with a no-hitter going into the 7th inning, score tied 0-0. We. Will. Not. Speak. Of. It. We cherish each day the sun continues to shine so brilliantly upon our gardens and outdoor activities. We act as if this is normal; no big deal. We act as if this will last forever. We act as if we will shut out this summer with a walk-off home-run into the the upper reaches of October at the end of this sun-soaked season.
May it be so.
2. NIETHER RAIN NOR SLEET
The US Postal Service is going broke and frequently threatens to cut service. I read recently that in some new neighborhoods, door to door mail delivery will not occur at all. Instead there will be a central "mail drop " location, as seen in apartment complexes. I have to say, this makes some sense. I think door to door delivery is a bit antiquated. But I do appreciate it and I know not everyone has the mobility to get to a central location. It's a quandary, for sure.
Personally, I love getting mail. I look at it as a gift that gets delivered right to my door every day. Mostly, now, it's a disappointing gift -- like socks. But the anticipation is the best part anyway. "I wonder what's in the mail today?!?"
Years ago I would get, like clockwork, a weekly letter from my mom after we moved from the Illinois "homeland". And she would get the same from me -- often with photos of our boys included (after buying film, using up the roll, taking it to be developed, sorting out the duds, labeling the backs with date and place, and then mailing them). I loved getting those letters between twice-monthly phone calls. I also used to love getting birthday cards -- or any kind of personal correspondence at all, really. Now that is so rare as to be almost shocking.
Well, enough reminiscing and lamenting. I just hope Doug keeps up the route. He has been our mailman for 21 years. I have a photo of my boys, when they were about 4 and 6, sitting at the bottom of the driveway at their card table lemonade stand, and there's Doug, sipping a cool one on a hot summer day. It's such a "Mayberry" moment.
I don't want some things to come to an end.
3. RESPONDEZ SIL VOUS PLAIT
Son One and Future DIL are moving into the full frontal assault on their wedding the end of September. They race to the mailbox every day to see if they've received any response cards. Usually they are disappointed.
People are loathe to RSVP these days. I've been told people think it's a silly, old-fashioned notion and besides, how can one plan that far ahead? I think it's just inconsiderate, but then I'm a little "notion-y" myself about how much work it is to put an event together, asking to be let known if a guest is coming, and then hearing nothing. It seems the least they could do on their end is respond. And in this case we have a caterer breathing down our necks and a "per plate" fee hanging out there.
Well, our deadline is 8/17, so there's still time; I'm sure all the response cards will flood in that week. I'm just impatient and I see that part of the fun for Son One and Future DIL is the anticipation of a response; they are starting to think no one is coming.
Plus, I think there is a bit of Karma at play here. I am the Queen of RSVP. I nearly always ask for one for parties we host and always offer one when invited by another.....until last summer, when the wedding invitation for a friend's daughter got buried on my desk. I had to take the embarrassing phone call from the bride's father, who had been given "follow up" duty, to inquire if we were coming. Oh dear! I was profoundly mortified. So, I will try to go easy when I make the the follow-up calls myself next month. I SAID I will TRY....
At least, that's the view from here....