So, yesterday, after Writer Girl's prompting, I was nice to FIL. When I saw him unloading fifty-pound bags of grain, I offered to help. We chatted and had a nice conversation. It didn't kill me. I guess I can do this! Mind or mouth as the saying goes.
I use to be a letter writer, but as the sands of time flowed through the glass I found myself with less and less time to correspond. Then email came to live in our house and less time was devoted to handwriting. So sad. Why, I even became annoyed with a friend who refuses to use email. I know you're shocked; someone who doesn't use email!
As I lay in bed the other night I started to compile a list of letters, notes, and thank-you cards that needed to be written. It was a very long list. I promised myself that I would complete this task before the weekend.
And I did.
It felt great to pull out thank-you cards and get-well cards. I remembered how much I enjoy receiving something in the post besides bills. I have keepsakes written in my Omi's own hand (half in English/half in German), little notes of love from my Beloved, scrawls and scribbles from my children and note cards from friends. Each represents a part of my life and I hope that when my children, grand children, even great-grand children read them, that they will be touched by the correspondence.
Email is wonderful, it truly is. Yet, I can't help but wish we'd all write more. I recently read that some school districts are dropping handwriting. Gone are the days when penmanship mattered. Think of the history that will be lost because ordinary folks didn't write it down.
So, your assignment, should you choose to accept, is to write someone a little note. Use your best handwriting and nice stationary or a cute note card. It's a little thing, it truly is, but a handwritten note will trump an email every time.
At least in my book.