Dear Ladies, Gentlemen, Non-specifically gendered, Midgets, Dolphins and all other intelligent life-forms of blogville,
For years I have not written a personal letter. Application letters, yes. Plenty of those – my technique must be pretty shocking because I’m still writing them and not hearing back. But personal letters… I fell into that bottomless pit of “I’ll just call”. I think the same has happened to far too many people. In fact, Dive had a rant about it not long ago.
I’ve been getting a few letters lately, and I’d forgotten the happiness that holding a personal letter can bring. These pieces of paper become fragile to me. I hold them gently and with total wonder. I smell them. I keep them safe once I have read them, and look at them frequently. It is a gift I need to pay out more often.
So I’m brushing off the cobwebs on the letter-writing skills. Mostly, my letters consist of drawn-out prattle about daily goings on, and a few questions about health and happiness of the recipient. Am I going to bore this person? I don’t know. Sometimes I have given up on a letter for that reason, with a re-read and the decision of “Vic, you sound like a self-centred prat.”
In conclusion, I hope this letter finds you all in good health (and probably a state of mild bemusement at this post). All the best for whatever activities you may choose to fill your day.
Regards,
Vic
4 comments:
A splendid letter, Vic.
That cobweb looks ominously "Australian". I can only assume something very nasty lives there.
Dive - back in the days of the House That Gay Built, we had Redbacks in our mailbox. Gayman and I used to hide out in the kitchen for the comedy show of watching Cruisey do the mail dance. She would gingerly open the flap of it, and in one movement reef the mail out and jump backwards. On the way she'd let go of the mail sending it spraying all over the lawn. Then from as far back as she could reach she'd flip each letter over and check it for spiders. Meanwhile, Gayman and I would veiw the whole thing from the safety of the kitchen, pissing ourselves laughing.
Hee hee hee.
But fucking scary!
I loved the paddle steamers but I was waiting for the frilly dresses but then decided that would be too funny... I am glad you are getting to meet all the wildlife but you can keep the snakes and spiders all down south. I laugh at the mail dance every time I pass the letter box.
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