Why It's Called Snail Mail

I have always found it difficult to get all the components together when sending a card to someone. Or an invitation. Or a bill payment. There are just too many components. Let's take the card I wanted to send to a new friend. First I needed the card. Maureen had some, but we kept forgetting to look at them. And we were never in a store that had any. But finally, I got the card.

Then you need a stamp. This time I was prepared. And when I was at home, Adrian and I had the problem licked. No pun intended because I would never buy a stamp I had to lick. But this has been a big problem in the past. And sometimes it's hard to find the right size envelope if you weren't sent a return envelope or if one doesn't come with the card. That applies more to letters, though, and I think letters might be way too difficult for me.

Address? Well, if it's on a post-it in your purse, you're okay. If you have it in your contacts in Gmail, you might have a problem. Adrian sent a package to me at Maureen's address, but I had the wrong address in my contacts. Oops. That package was supposed to be a hare, but it turned into a snail really quickly.

The thing that really turned me into Andy Rooney today was trying to find a mailbox in these little towns in Idaho. We have them on every street in Southern California. Or does it just seem that way. I don't know if Marge will ever get her card. Karen left the card in the information center on the Nez Perce trail.

Call me an anti-Luddite. Call me a pre-Raphaelite. Just call me. Or better yet, send me an email. Or hey, what about chatting on Gchat for an hour or two. Ahhhhhhhhhh.