You've Got Mail

You've Got Mail

seems like an innocent sort of topic

for this week's Inspiration Avenue Challenge

now I haven't taken part in and IA challenge for a while now 

and it did seem to be that for a while there last year 

every week a topic came up that was in some way traumatic

and my posts started to resemble a public therapy session

but I felt enough time had passed

I wanted to have a bit of an old fashioned sort of feel to it

and a more graphic approach to reflect the whole hand written thing

but as most letters that I get these days are of the window variety

it is probably more nostalgic for the days back when good news came via the post...

when going to the post box to mail a letter was a big deal

and when it was like Christmas to get a magical envelope with your name on it

which kind of sounds like I am getting to be one of those old coots

wishing for the good old days

but I actually love email and texting

it speaks to my impatient soul...

For me good fun things come via email....

I purposely don't get any of my bills electronically so that I can preserve

the joy that is opening my inbox

to comments and messages from my blog and cyber buddies

and all the newsletters and updates that help motivate me 

and the computer mail is all about

my community of like minded people

people who understand our creative world

snail mail is all about bills and real life

now there is a trudging to the post box

and I fully support the rabid barking of our usually lazy as sin dog

at the merest hint of the drone of the motorbike 

that delivers those little bundles of pain

We actually had a brief time when I was a kid where we didn't get mail

because our cat bit the postman

and he dropped his mail down the storm water drain

and he refused to deliver the mail until the cat was suitably restrained

I always wondered what he told them back at the post office

maybe the cat took on mythic beast proportions

but how embarrassing admitting that to your mates

and in his defence the cat always scared the pillocks out of me

it really was a truly frightening presence in my childhood

and probably explains why I am so thoroughly a dog person

a rabid Alsatian had nothing on that vicious ball of furr...

and yet again I A has led me back to some mildly traumatic moment...

need a cup of tea to recover I think...xx