I recall a quiet afternoon at work, some years ago, when I was at my desk for two or three hours, and no one came into my office, no one walked past my door, my phone didn’t ring, and I didn’t get any emails or other communications. I distinctly remember wondering if the world had ended and someone had forgotten to tell me.
I still feel the excitement of getting mail as I did as a child – even though almost all are bills. I love opening the envelope and removing the paper – then I sit and match the slips to the bills (I am an accountant and have been one since I was child and kept “the books” for my allowance – every penny spent accounted for). And bank statements – the fun of sitting and reconciling them! No letters, cards extremely rare – but I love the mail. (In addition to our mail and for my accounting practice, I also get mail for 2 clubs of which I am treasurer.)
After my mom died and I picked up all my stuff from the family house I was sorting through the correspondence I had kept from when I was young. I found out that one of my cousins who was not my favorite cousin as a child is actually the person I have been corresponding with for the longest time as we now correspond by email.
(As to keeping bills – amazing what old bills can tell us about our life at different points. I only keep them for 10 years, and when I go through the oldest year to get rid of those bills and add in the newest past year – it is a real trip down memory lane.)
stairsteppublishing about 1 year ago
You didn’t die, you just got a free day. No junk mail, no scam messages, no even more scam looking legitimate. Relax and enjoy it!
maureenmck Premium Member about 1 year ago
Liv’s going to need context.
angelolady Premium Member about 1 year ago
Dying doesn’t stop all those things.
Carl Premium Member about 1 year ago
Aged out of the marketing demographic.
bobbyferrel about 1 year ago
You don’t have to. You just have to make everyone think you did.
NeedaChuckle Premium Member about 1 year ago
If I don’t get mail, I wonder what happened.
DawnQuinn1 about 1 year ago
To me, that kind of day is Heaven on earth. Freedom.
pbr50138 about 1 year ago
I live that kind of day, EVERYDAY.
DM2860 about 1 year ago
“Oh, even after Ben has moved on, I still feel like I hear his voice in the air sometimes.” – Liv
mistercatworks about 1 year ago
Did you send e-mail? Leave a voice message? Comitt to a pen pal? – No? Then count your blessings.
paullp Premium Member about 1 year ago
I recall a quiet afternoon at work, some years ago, when I was at my desk for two or three hours, and no one came into my office, no one walked past my door, my phone didn’t ring, and I didn’t get any emails or other communications. I distinctly remember wondering if the world had ended and someone had forgotten to tell me.
mafastore about 1 year ago
I still feel the excitement of getting mail as I did as a child – even though almost all are bills. I love opening the envelope and removing the paper – then I sit and match the slips to the bills (I am an accountant and have been one since I was child and kept “the books” for my allowance – every penny spent accounted for). And bank statements – the fun of sitting and reconciling them! No letters, cards extremely rare – but I love the mail. (In addition to our mail and for my accounting practice, I also get mail for 2 clubs of which I am treasurer.)
After my mom died and I picked up all my stuff from the family house I was sorting through the correspondence I had kept from when I was young. I found out that one of my cousins who was not my favorite cousin as a child is actually the person I have been corresponding with for the longest time as we now correspond by email.
(As to keeping bills – amazing what old bills can tell us about our life at different points. I only keep them for 10 years, and when I go through the oldest year to get rid of those bills and add in the newest past year – it is a real trip down memory lane.)