We got two holiday cards today. One from someone who is the child of college friends of mine who sends pictures of her husband and young child and who lives maybe five miles away. Another from a proud grandfather, mailed from Seattle where he's helping with his daughter's new twins, a continent away from his own home. I hadn't sent either a card. I will now, though, to complete the loop. (Besides I have a box full still unused.)
Earlier I was sifting through social media, thinking about people and their posts of children and snow and their comments about things received and places visited and new babies.
And I decided to say: any kind of communication works for me. Whatever the frequency or form. It's good to reach out.
I've had two Manhattans and I really have nothing else to say except keep writing and talking and blogging and tweeting, snapping pictures and sending missives far and wide. Emails, snail mails, blasts to all your 'friends.' Whatever. Just keep talking.
We have to keep up the chatter.
[Photo taken at a wonderful hat store, a venerable brand but new to Austin.]