Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Letters to Friends




Well, today is the perfect kind of day to write letters. It's rainy, but not depressing, because the sun peeks out every once-in-a-while. So there's no risk of writing an overly gloomy letter. It's not too cold in the house, so I don't feel the need to stay under a blanket or glued to my husband - the human heater - to keep warm. Today is also a great day for writing letters because I should clean the bathroom. Therefore, I can postpone cleaning the bathroom in order to write letters because - I argue - my answering letters are sadly overdue. And I have clam chowder on the stove and hot tea in the pot. It's a fantastic time for writing letters.

I love writing letters and sending them snail mail. I feel more myself when writing a letter than any other time. And getting letters back is also a wonderful experience. I have the joy of writing letters to supplement my phone calls from my best friend who now lives in Mississippi. The only positive part about that situation is that I now have a reason to spell Mississippi. (Didn't everyone grow up reciting the M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I chant?) I miss her very much. We lived together in college, and I got so used to having her around for a heart-to-heart almost anytime I needed one that this separation is a killer. We've been apart for over a year, but I'm just now starting to really feel it. I guess the newlywed fascination is wearing off! :)

I also love sending birthday cards. I'm not great with people. My social skills, while not bad enough to get me a diagnosis or therapy, leave a lot to desire. I often think back and realize that I should have said this to so-and-so, or I should have encouraged this person to hang out with me more. Sadly, I have left several starts of friendships die out, especially in college. I'm naturally a loner, but for some reason I don't really want to be. So I maintain my few remaining contacts by snail mail and thoroughly enjoy it!

So I'm going to go relish my clam chowder and biscuits, watch the end of Harry Potter, drink some tea, and write some letters.