I was going to type about a little-fascinating dream, but then I went to the mailbox and things changed.
Do you remember me saying that my Grandpa's best friend will no longer go and visit him at the nursing home? Well, this man and his wife live around the corner from me, and today I received a congratulations card for Cup Cake in the post from them.
They actually posted the card.
The post box is one street behind me, and they live one street in front of me.
This means that they had to pass my house to get to the mailbox, and waste 60 cents to boot!
Meanwhile, I also received a hand-delivered piece of correspondence from the local Protestant church. Someone had carefully written my address on the (unsealed) envelope and popped it in my box. They also called me Victorio when my name is most definitely Victoria.
Thrifty.
They saved not only on postage, but on penning a full character.
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