A Post in Which I (almost) Do NOT Mention Baby Boy

I received interesting mail today. Interesting to me, anyway.

One was a newsletter from friends who moved from St. Louis to California last summer. Amazing people. They travel all around the world. Egypt, Romania, Mexico and soon back to Egypt. When they lived in our area, we had such fun times. Our schedules coincided with theirs, which meant we had a lot of great breakfasts together. I miss those. Their oldest daughter and our youngest son were born the same week. They will both be turning 23 next month. My, how time flies when you're having kids. I will always remember a visit years after they moved when this daughter of theirs greeted us at our car saying "Hi. We're the people you came to see."

We also received a newsletter with a column written by a friend of ours who just moved to New Guinea with her husband, one year old, and soon to be new baby. Seems like yesterday she was chasing a mouse around my living room. It wasn't. But it seems like it. Once, some friends were fixing a problem she had with her car. They fixed what they could, but told her she would need to see a mechanic, and to be sure to ask that he refill her blinker fluid. She did (too too funny!).

There was also a letter from the college my kids attended/graduated from. It told of additions made to a particular building which is named after a man I knew. I have SUCH a hard time with buildings being named after people. When I would hear my kids say "I'll meet you at _____ in a half hour." it sounded like fingernails on a chalk board to me. This man was the father of one of my childhood friends. I remember how on Saturday mornings we would watch cartoons with him in the teeniest excuse for a den I have ever seen. He told us that God gave us a belly button so that we could put ketchup in it and eat french fries in bed. He also preached at our church several times, but I don't remember what he said then. Although, I DO remember about the belly buttons.

Then, one of my book orders I was waiting for arrived. It wasn't the stuff I ordered. It's good stuff, but I had ordered a bunch of books because ONE of the books in the group looked like it might be a book I have been madly searching for. Someone, whom I am NOT mentioning in this post, was not pleased that a small picture of Dumbo the Elephant appeared on the back of everyone of the books. Golden books. But, clearly the wrong bunch.

I also received my papers reminding me that I need to have a mammogram again soon. Did I not JUST have that done? I think that I sometimes get confused because I bring my mom to all of her appointments, and we go to the same places for everything.

All the rest of the mail were bills. I don't open those. I give them to THGGM. He looks at numbers and moans, I look at words and sigh. It's a match made in Heaven.