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A mailbox is such a hopeful, old-fashioned thing, isn’t it? It implies that we expect to receive something — something worth having a mailbox for. ONE-MINUTE
My mail box was a bold fire-engine red when I bought it. The sun has faded it now to a sad Pepto Bismol pink. I feel it’s a symbol of how my life is morphing into something … um…unexpected.
A metal mailbox on a post is such a hopeful, old-fashioned thing, isn’t it? It implies that we expect to receive something — something worth having a mailbox for. Maybe a letter from an old high school friend, some birthday cards, a couple of discount coupons for early-bird dinners at Denny’s. Maybe a letter of acceptance from a publisher ( as if ) or a package from Amazon with the new socks I ordered.
Today in my mailbox, I found a flyer from Adult Ed offering classes in Pottery and Personal Budgeting. No, thank you. There was an ad for Stanley Steemer carpet cleaning - $100 summer special! Sorry, I think not. The Republicans want a contribution. Wait. From California? They should save their breath to cool their porridge. Then there was the weekly flyer from Safeway -sausages only $5 a pack. Hell of a deal. And, finally, yet another Blair catalog – the third this week. Clothing for old ladies, mostly sweatpants and t-shirts. Wait a minute! Free shipping on orders over $39? Now you’re talking!
Ever optimistic, I will peek into the mailbox again tomorrow and the day after. Who knows? I could get lucky this year and win the Reader’s Digest Sweepstakes, right? I’ve only been waiting for that for about 40 years. Do you think it would give me an edge if I actually sent in an entry form?
Stevie Wonder because, why not?
Question: What would you love to find in your mailbox in 2025?
I fondly remember those days, long ago, when I was excited to check the mailbox. Now it is mainly just to clean it out and dump the contents in the recycling bin.
A rural mailbox with a Valentine’s Day card that got lost in the mail years ago. It’s never too late for love.