Feels good to get back to writing even if it's just a few words here (blog) and there (journal) for now. I need/want to get to a long overdue hand written letter off to a friend in Armstrong.
Does anyone still do that - write letters by hand I mean? It seems to be a lost art. People look at me as if I'm from another planet if I say I'm writing a letter with pen and paper and posting it in the mail. Let me tell you something though.
Writing a letter the old fashion way feels much more real somehow. It comes wrapped in time, effort, attention, presence and love. When I write a letter by hand I feel like all of me goes into it.
When I receive a response and hold the paper the other person wrote on, it feels so much more personal. It's like the other person's spirit comes alive through the words on the page.
Besides, who doesn't like getting something personal and meaningful in a box full of utility bills and junk mail.
How easily I trail off and get off topic. I was writing about the crazy week and expensive weekend. Wasn't I? (That's the beauty of a blog or journal writing though. You can trail off whenever you want to wherever you want and it's all good.)
The expensive weekend. A trip to Grande Prairie and a shopping spree. A long list for Costco, where we always end up with a few more items in the basket then on the list plus some badly needed and long overdue winter wear. The last winter jacket I bought myself was when I had little kids at home and my youngest is now 36 so that ought to say something.
We also found a coat for Andree who was in desperate need of one too. Plus I went a step further (pun intended) and bought myself a pair of winter boots! Having spent all of last winter with a pair of boots someone lent me because she didn't want to see me freeze my feet, I figured it was time I did something about that too. They are not the prettiest things but they are supposed to keep me toasty warm to -32.
And how nice it was to just get away and not do anything work related. Andree got herself a pedicure and I got my face waxed to get rid of my beard. We went out for supper, took in a movie, shopped and had a sleep over at Andree's daughter's place. Yup, I'd say it was an expensive but hell of a good weekend. Thank you for that.
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