My First AARP Letter

While I’m three weeks away from being officially 50 years old, the AARP doesn’t want me to forget about their grand organization I will soon qualify to join.

As with all things that mark the passing of time (that aren’t my body breaking down) I enjoy the milestones. And while I think 50 is a little early to join the retired persons association (especially since full retirement isn’t until age 67 for my age cohort) I look forward to their mailers.

Postcard from Estonia and Also from the Ground in Arcata

Cousin Ron sent this postcard from Tartu, Estonia. He sent it in an envelope, so it’s in quite good shape. He said that he and Janelle are spending a few days in Estonia before heading back to Helsinki. They’ve been walking everywhere and the weather has been nice.

Here are the fun stamps that got this to me. It also took 24 days to arrive, not a terrible record for Europe.

This postcard was spotted by Shawn while it was laying on the ground near the entrance to Cal Poly Humboldt. He suggested Sara grab it and send it to me. She thought there was no way it would be blank. But it was!

And now here it is with me. She reinforced it with some clear tape around the edges before she sent it.

Postcards from Around the Globe

The first is from my mom, where she reports that they day was gorgeous and that the coast has been very windy.

Sara has sent me this postcard before, though without the sticker annotation. She writes that the previous evening she received an award, and that her day on the day of writing was filled with meetings.

Finally, cousin Ron wrote that Helsinki has grown and changed in ten years, but he and his daughter have mastered the transit system, along with second-hand retail.

I also liked this stamp quite a bit.

It was a really great mailbox day!

Mail from a Future Friend

Mail came today addressed to a future friend. Though I can see that it was sent from Dallas, this friend did not include a return address. How will I find my future friend?

Ah, but it’s just proselytizing. I think my future friend won’t want to be my friend if I don’t come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.

What do you want to bet the “false religion” the mother was practicing was Catholicism?

I do love a friendly letter that ends in a scary quote from Revelation.

But! I love these booklets. I used to come across them on a fairly regular basis at bus stops and the like, but it’s been some times since I’ve gotten to read one.