Got any cheese?

Hail mail.

As I was sitting here waiting on Wendy to arrive home from work I decided to be productive. Not too productive of course. A few weeks ago Wendy and I cleaned out a spare bedroom. Most of it was my junk. Mainly papers and old mail from my college days. This was the box I was going through. I had letters from my freshman year in college. That was 1997. That is almost 13 years ago! It does not seem like it was that long ago. It is weird how yesterday seems so long ago, yet 10 years does not seem very long ago. Most of the mail was from my mom. She was pretty good about sending a card around once a week. I hope that I am that prolific in expressing my love for Joy as she ages. I doubt it will be on paper.

I don't know why I seem to hoard paper. I think it is one of those things I look at for the time being and set aside. Then it just builds. In my reasoning I think that is neat (Who says "neat" anymore?) so I will save it. Then I forget about it for 10 plus years. Until Wendy says it is time for a clean up. Then I recycle it.

I was also looking through old photos. You know the ones you actually had to develop. I took horrible pictures. Most of them were so blurry that I cannot tell what they are. I was notorious for having 32 shots of film, but only 5 came out. I think the digital age has improved my picture taking. I am still not the greatest. I should take more pictures. Occasionally I drag around a camera, but never use it. With my bad memory I need some evidence. Although it depends on the situation.

My advice as someone who never reads mail, send it anyway. The person may not read it now, but they will enjoy going through it later. Even if it is not a letter people like to receive something. It helps if they can read.

Hopefully I am not the worst pack rat. Although I can be quiet as a mouse.