I can't put it off any longer so this morning I put on my outdoor shoes and headed off to water the garden. It's a regular chore in the warmer months and not one I pretend to enjoy. This morning, though, was surprisingly pleasant. All the time I was in the back yard, there was a young magpie sitting on a fencepost next door singing his heart out. I've waxed lyrical about magpies in the last and they are still my favourite bird.
There were three Christmas cards in yesterday's mail. I had thought the days of sending cards back and forth was over but, apparently, some of our older citizens continue to do it. We only send a handful of cards; instead, I'm in the habit of writing a Christmas letter which I email to as many of my contacts as I can with only a few being printed. I look forward to any responses which come in. It reassures me that our various friends are still alive, for one thing.
Last year, for some reason, I only had one response. Has everyone else died? And now I'm faced with the dilemma of what to do this year. Do I ditch the letter and see what happens? Or do I carry on as before?
It's like this blog ... eight or nine people seem to read it most day and I have no idea who many of them are. Why on earth do they persevere? What interest could they possibly have in my meanderings and why don't they let me know who they are? It's like an actor performing to an audience hiding behind a curtain .. unnatural.
Janet and I have been avid readers from the start. Don't stop now, you are just getting to the good bits!
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