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Odd things
Feb. 25th, 2003 10:22 amWhen we returned home yesterday, there were two weird things waiting for me in the mail. The first was a pair of super-uber-nifty-keen snow/ski/mountain/climbing boots that my brother bought and mistakenly had shipped here (the address on his credit cards) instead of Colorado. I may have to reship them for him.
The other was a letter from someone in Diamond Bar, California. The name has been cut off the return address label. So while I do know quite a few people in California, I'm completely mystified. Most of them are either relatives, or would email me instead. So I open it. It begins:
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Yes, well, I'm fine. Very formal opening - still stumped. It's taken me a long time to decide to write you. Uh. That's nice. I've always felt bad about the way we parted. It was unfortunate to say the least. Yes! It's unfortunate that I still don't know who you are! Over time I've thought about what importance relationships play in people's lives and how meaningful they can be. Well, yes, given, but we have no relationship - I don't know who you are! Thus, I am writing to let you know that I personally hope we can be at least civil to one another in a meaningful way. . . .Well, yes - I'm very civil to complete strangers. I am really not sure if this is your real address (I got it from Yellow Pages.com). Ahah. The light goes on. My real name, while not exactly John Smith, isn't that rare. If you feel like responding, my e-mail address is Some garbled mess left by his printer, so I can't exactly make this quick and painless. my addresss is -- and telephone --. If not, I understand. Regardless, I sincerely hope everything is going well for you.
And it is signed, Nick.
Well, damn. I've never known a Nick. And I'd most especially remember a Nick with whom I parted badly, since on the whole, my romantic partings have been fairly amicable.
If I can find my stamps today, I'll write him back and suggest a better means of tracking down his ex-sweetie than the online Yellow Pages.
The other was a letter from someone in Diamond Bar, California. The name has been cut off the return address label. So while I do know quite a few people in California, I'm completely mystified. Most of them are either relatives, or would email me instead. So I open it. It begins:
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Yes, well, I'm fine. Very formal opening - still stumped. It's taken me a long time to decide to write you. Uh. That's nice. I've always felt bad about the way we parted. It was unfortunate to say the least. Yes! It's unfortunate that I still don't know who you are! Over time I've thought about what importance relationships play in people's lives and how meaningful they can be. Well, yes, given, but we have no relationship - I don't know who you are! Thus, I am writing to let you know that I personally hope we can be at least civil to one another in a meaningful way. . . .Well, yes - I'm very civil to complete strangers. I am really not sure if this is your real address (I got it from Yellow Pages.com). Ahah. The light goes on. My real name, while not exactly John Smith, isn't that rare. If you feel like responding, my e-mail address is Some garbled mess left by his printer, so I can't exactly make this quick and painless. my addresss is -- and telephone --. If not, I understand. Regardless, I sincerely hope everything is going well for you.
And it is signed, Nick.
Well, damn. I've never known a Nick. And I'd most especially remember a Nick with whom I parted badly, since on the whole, my romantic partings have been fairly amicable.
If I can find my stamps today, I'll write him back and suggest a better means of tracking down his ex-sweetie than the online Yellow Pages.
