The mail was over an hour early today and it has thrown off my whole morning. How sad is my little life? I keep wandering to the front of the house to see if it’s arrived. What, exactly, am I waiting for anyway? In today’s freakishly early mail delivery was:
1. Pizza Ranch “Large for a medium charge” coupon
2. People Magazine — which made me so mad I fired off an angry email. I don’t even want to talk about it or draw attention to what made me so mad.
3. Credit card bill
4. Disney World vacation planning DVD — because you can never have too many and they’re free
5. Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library book for Toddler D (Do you get these books? They are free regardless of income. Very fun.)
Now, that was an exciting mail day, wasn’t it? Often it’s just a bill or two, a cruise brochure for a line we can’t afford, a donation request from the paralyzed veterans with diabetes and cancer raising funds against drunk driving child abuse . . . and maybe a Wal-Mart flyer.
What is it about mail that causes me to focus my entire morning around its arrival?
I think it’s hope. Perhaps today, instead of a free Disney vacation planning DVD, there might have been a free Disney vacation. Maybe, instead of a bill, there would be an unexpected check. Maybe instead of a Hollywood beauty obsessed People magazine, there would be a bookins.com book. (See my link at right.) And, now, when does this ever happen — what if there was an actual letter?
I’m just an optimist at heart, but when was the last time I sent an actual letter?