I received a postcard from one of my stepsons. It was one of those “having a great time, wish you were here” cards with photos of azure seas and exotic beaches. You know, the ones that really make you want to be there! Unfortunately, the card came two months after the fact. So, while I was dreaming of his international sun, sea and sand adventures, he had been back home for two months! Earlier this year, the mail didn’t arrive at my home for two days. That lapse was so unusual I talked to a staff member at the post office. She said our carrier had COVID and they were so understaffed they couldn’t cover our rural route for those two days. Two days, not two months! So whenever you think about complaining about your mail service, be grateful for the U.S. Postal system!
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham