This is the time of year when going to the mailbox is all kinds of fun.
One reason is weather. We have transitioned out of the 4-months of hell that hits East Texas on the last day of May each year and then doesn’t leave until the first of October. During that window, no matter how you walk (slow, fast, clinging to shade, crawling, or whatever) you’re still going to work up a sweat getting the mail.
But with the temps here in the mid 70’s this week, going to the mailbox is a real joy.
And one of the other reasons is we never know who is going to send us what.
The first pleasant surprise was a book that arrived in the mail…and it sounds like my kind of title: The Ice Cream Lover’s Diet. Which you can read more about over at the book’s website which is (coincidentally) www.icecreamloversdiet.com.
The book – the true life adventure of Katja Gwynn – tells how she managed to lose 70-pounds(!!!) on a diet consisting of ice cream.
But not just any ice cream. There’s a way to do ice cream which will free you from pounds – and there’s a way not.
Her husband, Stephen, a regular reader, is helping on the next phase of their project which is setting up the manufacturing of the ice cream mix so people can munch on something fresh and good while they are shedding points.
I wanted to mention it as something to put on the list as a late stocking stuffer, or as a personal workbook for January since eating at home (and saving money by not going out) will likely be on everyone’s agenda in the next few months, if not weeks.
The next envelope came from John, a fellow ham (VE2) who’s in Champlain, NY..thank you.
Then came the “annual Christmas letter” from my life-long pal up in Gig Harbor. He and the Mrs. may be playing real estate roulette in 2016 and if they do, it will weigh on our decision where to live.
In the meantime, I was honored that they included a picture of my buddy, his son and his son’s wife standing in front of the Beechcrate. You may recall his son was up at Wichita Falls and we flew from here to thar during his last visit. The son’s now driving C-17s around the Pacific Rim for Uncle’s Air Force. Although that means living in Alaska for the kids, it is closer to the North Pole which seems to me would be useful this time of year.
Panama and his Lady/Intended sent us a card.
And there was a beaut from the Landry’s as well.
Three interest-free credit card offers and a couple of local ad flyers rounded out the mail run. When you live the monastic life of the Order of Profits, and spend long stretches praying before the Arc of the Spreadsheets, the walk to the mail[box holds all the excitement of a Klondike Gold Strike..
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Now the problem comes out: What do WE do about cards in return?
I never seem to do Christmas cards well. A few times I’ve sent out Christmas in July cards. These begin with a not: “Hi (so-and-so) I have not been able to sleep for six-months trying to find a suitable card to return since your magnificent piece of art….” blah, blah, blah…
I suppose there are a couple of reasons for it…not the least of which was when I was young, my late father would take an annual Christmas picture. He would develop it in our darkroom – yes, that’s where the 2 1/4X 3 1/4 Speed Graphic came from.
The tradition started when we were living on 16th Ave.