Gifts in the Mail
I recently sent some of my online buddies gifts for no good reason. For example, yesterday I sent a chart that shows mercury levels in fish to one of my online pen pals who’s been eating a lot of fish recently for health reasons.
Imagine my surprise today when I arrived home to find a large box of trash picked yarn from one of them, which will be used to finish my afghan that I’m making for a veteran who lost his or her legs in combat, and a box of vintage red buttons from another online buddy that I’ll use to make a Christmas wreath for the Foxyinlaws.
Wow! How nice is that?
Today, as my nice gesture of the day, I referred my genius travel agent to two film makers who are flying all over the place to promote their new movie. I think I get extra nice points considering that they just passed on one of my projects.
Since I can’t afford to travel anywhere this year for New Years, I’ve been living vicariously through my friends who can. “Oooh! Send me pictures from Thailand!” “I’d love to go to India. You’re so lucky! You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back!” “Let me refer you to my excellent travel agent!”
Why am I doing this? I know that I’m going to be so jealous of them when I hear all their stories and see all the pictures.
Not being able to afford to travel is starting to really get to me. Last night I had a dream where I was giving a tour of the Mahon, Menorca harbor to my parents who complained the entire time. Then I dreamt that I was hiding in an English manor house from George Clooney who was trying to cut my fingers off with tin snips.