Cards from the Cabin

The last of my Christmas greetings have been posted. . .or will be as soon as our mail carrier, Mike, picks them up out of the box this afternoon. I love Mike. He calls me by my first name, and if I happen not to be home when he attempts to deliver a box or something requiring a signature, he always swings back by at the end of his route to see if I have returned. Note To Self: bake extra cookies [anything without Seven Layers] for Mike.

I typically address all of my holiday cards on Thanksgiving day. I don't like turkey and don't usually watch football, so it gives me something to be thankful for. . .all those lovely friends spread out across the globe. I got all but about seven cards addressed that day, and told myself I would finish the rest in a couple of days. Well. . .a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks and I just addressed those last seven this morning. In so doing, I revealed my utter lack of social savviness. Specifically, most but not all of my "in-town" friends were addressed on Thanksgiving. Well. . .you know. . .friends talk.

So last week, while out for a few glasses of holiday wine with a group of in-town girlfriends, one of them called me out about their not having "made the cut" on this year's Cabin christmas card list. I mumbled something about turkeys and football, and made another Note To Self: address cards by geography, not alphabetically or some other arbitrary means of organization.

ERB