(That's how we generally communicate through the day. We get together for face to face conversations at Happy Hour.)
She related an incident that occurred to her last night and wondered if it might make a blog post.
I said I certainly thought so.
So here she is again, in her own words.
I have no memory of her passing them on to me so I don't know how I have them and she doesn't.
After randomly selecting and reading a few I decided to put them in chronological order so they made some sense.
They seemed to be a very detailed account of our family history at that time, much of which we have forgotten.
So off and on for more than a week I have been making little files for each year's letters and refraining from reading most of them until I could do it in the right order.
Last night I finished that organization while sitting up in bed just before "lights out".
As I started to place the box containing the carefully collated letters down on the floor it slid off my lap and crashed, upside down, and slid across the bedroom floor, spewing the contents hither and yon.
As I stared at the debris I thought "It's not that I don't have the time to re-do the project . . . but will I?"
When I heard the story today I had only one comment: "That's curious. I didn't hear a single $*@$!!&* or !$#@^&*%#!"
