My heart broke today. Not for a person; for nostalgia. It’s funny, I never imagined handwritten letters, such a common skill, could become close to ceasing its existence. Writing is my love language, but handwriting letters is an impalpable love of mine. There is something about scribbling words onto a crisp sheet of paper that someone could possibly hold onto forever.
In case you’re wondering what brought this on. It is simple, really. I was in need of new stationary. Good old fashioned set of plain quality paper with envelopes. I went to five different stores and couldn’t find anything except for notecards. Beautiful as they are, it is not letter paper that can hold a beaucoup of scrawled words.
While visiting the last store, I asked if they could order what I was looking for. He politely replied with, “…no one writes letters anymore.”
I was instantly bummed out. And no, he could not order it because they no longer sold stationary.
There are a few specialty stores, but their paper is extremely expensive, so I suppose it is back to college ruled notebooks for my recipients.
I assumed by the time I stepped my soggy foot into the packed store, my kids would begin their tantrums and their attempt to escape the cart.
God is good.
The rest of the day was the usual grind, coupled with preparing my homeschooling lessons. Speaking of homeschool, I finally received the Teaching Textbooks for Nate’s Math this year and Bubba received his Calculus book.
Just for the record, I hate math. Better them than me. ha!
Sorry there was no rhyme or reason for this post. It was completely random, and I sort of like it that way. I’m tired of planning all my posts…this blog is supposed to be my journal so I may as well begin treating it like one.
Until next time,
I just wanted to tell everyone that I did the splits first thing in the morning.
Yep. At 31 years of age, I did the splits.
Feeling a bit nostalgic that morning, I slid my battered duck slippers onto my very cold feet.
From there, I cruised through the house, completing my usual routine; brush teeth, pull back hair, begrudgingly walk down the stairs, rubbing my eyes, wishing I was asleep in my warm bed.
Making it downstairs safely, I opened the baby gate, and took one step onto the lament hardwood floor.
This very ordinary motion prompted my slipper to react with my floor as if it were freshly mopped in oil.
Without any time for my morning brain to react properly, my foot slid straight out in front of me without warning.
I was also juuuuust barely out of reach from the table to grab hold of in order to catch my inevitable fall from grace.
Down she went… my 31 year old-out-of-shape-body.
Landing into the splits, with duck slippers on my feet.
Then I hear, “It’s a TEN!”
Not really. But it would have been funny if someone did shout that.
What lesson did I learn?
I now understand the importance of stretching. I also now know that you can skip caffeine because doing the splits will make you feel wide awake!
Ouch. Now excuse me while I go stretch.
Oh…and just in case you were wondering, I no longer own those slippers.