It was a lazy old no ‘real’ camera day for me but I managed to snap a few shots with my iPhone.
I ♥ mail.
Well I do like email, but I’m talking about real paper FOR ME, in an actual mail box, delivered by a flesh and blood person. Specifically, not flyers (don’t get any) nor bills (those seem to populate most of my mailbox days) but letters that are written to me. From my Compassion child, or family, or friends.
I can never quite decide whether I want to just rip it open (thus some people who know me well add statements which read like a finger shake “wait till the day”) or do I wait until I get in the house to open – calmly, after making a coffee and all that.
Do you like getting letters? Do you write them?
This scene captured my attention through the windowas I saw the light reflecting on a candle holder on the dining room table. I decided it would make a wonderful little moment as a photo.
Mr Miles has beaten me at Scrabble a gazillion times lately. As you can very well see. One more loss and my name shall not appear at all. He wears his glory and wisdom with such merriment, such glee. I hear great echos of “Suck it Up, Buttercup”