for years when i got up in the morning i would pour a cup of coffee and head up to the mailbox, cats in tow. recently i have been stopping on the way home from farming, too anxious to wait another day. for weeks now my postman has been very generous to me. letters, cards and more letters. there was a calming routine i would go thru before allowing myself to feast on the contents. cats to feed, open a Busch, shower, put music on, Busch #2, turn on the computer, and then settle in for my reading and listening pleasure.
tonight i will reread recent letters and cards. and the music for this evening - i believe i will start off with Mr. Floyd's "Wish You Were Here".
That is one sorrowful looking mailbox. You need a penpal!
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