A bit of admin/housekeeping....please bear with me.
For better or worse....I am an over communicator. So if you haven't heard from me about papers you have sent or a note with postage for a journal that you have mailed...it means I haven't gotten it yet. If I've not responded to a comment...or an email it's because it has gotten lost in the shuffle so please reach out again.
I will always reach out and respond. I am an over communicator.
I did receive two more packages of papers today from Debbie C, and Cherie and got two more journals in the mail today to Lily and Debbie L.
I also learned today that a note and postage money from Massachusetts just a few hours away was mailed 9 or 10 days ago and I have not received it. And the winning journal I sent to Maryland...also not that far away...has still not arrived after about 10 days.
Turns out the mailing part of this project is the most difficult part. I guess we all have to be patient and hopeful that things will eventually get where they are going. And sometimes...they might take the long route. And of course I have a story to illustrate that point!
Diane...a friend of mine from college...sent papers on February 2nd from Missouri. She took her small package to the post office....had it weighed...and mailed it regular first class mail without tracking. On February 18th it was returned to her requiring more postage. She mailed it again...this time with tracking.
It arrived here in Maine earlier this week during our snow storm...and we had to laugh at the crazy journey her papers went on. We remained patient and hopeful.
Starting today, I'm going to mail all of the journals Ground Advantage so there is always tracking. It will cost a bit more...but also give me a little piece of mind.
We all need to be patient and hopeful about so many things in our world today! We can do that!
You've got me thinking about myriad experiences I've had over the years as a someone who, ahead of electronic communication, kept post offices very busy with my prolific correspondence. One of my favorite memories is of when my family was transferred to London when I was a high school senior in 1967. Email was still an idea whose time had not yet come BUT postal mail was delivered THREE TIMES A DAY—and FOUR times during the Christmas season. If I didn't hear from one of my friends in the first delivery of the day, I need only wait a few hours for the next delivery! HOPE was always high, and not much PATIENCE was required!!!
ReplyDeleteI love when I get you thinking about your own stories. I often think about your Heart Warmer project! And this postal memory from London is just perfect! Just what I needed to hear! Thank you!
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