By walking my dog three to four times a day? No.
By training my dog to walk and behave and do a dance move or two? Also no.
(can't even train her not to jump on my face while I'm doing yoga)
By conscientiously tracking my workout, budgeting, correspondence and other goals, like a conscientious adult? Are you quite mad.
(Okay, I have actually started tracking my exercise in the notebook on the table in my yoga room, when I remember.)
Mostly, I have been sending snail mail ("You mean... mail?" my smart-ass daughter asked. "It's a useful retronym" I retorted. She maintains that if I don't say email anyone would know I mean mail mail. Hmph).
I had just gotten into a really good routine of writing a postcard or card four or five times a week, then stamping and addressing them all to send on one day. And then Canada Post went on strike again. *sad trombone*
Oh, first I sent a really cool Octopus postcard to Matt's uncle's wife, who was with us at the Vancouver Aquarium when we saw the most active and charismatic octopus ever.
Then I got it back because I forgot to put a stamp on it.
THEN Canada Post went on strike again.
Sigh.
BUT Canada Post has now gone to rotating strikes, and Suzanne got a postcard I sent, so things are moving.
Did I get really into this idea and buy way too many postcards?
No, I don't think so.
I love email. My hands are weak and painful at this point in my life and I can type so much faster and longer than I can write. But a paper letter or postcard is a precious thing, and I want to put more of them into the world.
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