Today has been a good day, as I have done things I haven’t been able to do for quite a while.
Well, maybe that’s not quite true, and I should rephrase that to things I haven’t got round to.
Our usual routine after getting up, walking the dog and having breakfast (yes I know, we lead such an exciting life) is to do all the jobs around the house such as hoovering, tidying up, any DIY (today’s knobs and nails), shopping etc before settling down to relax and concentrate on our blogs, reading, watching a DVD or anything else.
As a child, I was brought up with thank you letters and responding to replies, I had penfriends all over the world too so it’s no wonder that I still get a kick out of putting pen to paper.
Today I’ve been able to catch up with emails and have written no less than four Snail Mail epistles (6 pages) to boating friends whose email addresses I don’t have.
It has been wonderful, even though my hands ache from holding the pen and my writing resembles a crotchety spider’s scrawl on speed.
I remember from all those years ago the joy at seeing an envelope on the mat with my name on it when it wasn’t my birthday, and in later life, wasn’t a bill! It’s a simple pleasure for me, but one that is fast becoming obsolete with new technologies, not to mention of course the cost of a stamp in the first place.
However, a stamp is value for money, if you think about how far a letter has to travel across the country. To send a standard letter first class weighing up to 100g is 65p, second class 56p. If it’s over a certain size, that cost increases to 98p and 76p respectively up to the same weight of 100g. If I’m lucky, I can send a letter first class to my Mum tomorrow and she will get it on Tuesday, some 250 miles away. To me, that’s impressive, especially as I know how much she enjoys receiving my letters.
I remember Kevin Costner’s 1997 film The Postman.
Many saw it as a joke, but the hope generated with the resurrection of a postal service in a post apocalyptic world stayed with me way after the credits rolled.
Not all of us are computer savvy. Not everyone is comfortable typing their innermost feelings on a machine and transmitting it at the touch of a button, unsure of who else is seeing it and passing judgement.
Of course the reader does not always interpret the words as the writer intends, but when you know the writer personally, have met them, talked to them, listened to them, a letter can go a long way to ease loneliness and make you feel a part of something.
Just a thought.