November 15, 2006

What I Found

~She is always delighted by the arrival of the post, though it ought to be routine by now because the postman comes each day at three. But no, she anticipates the tip tap of his shoes, the thunk in through the letterbox and the footsteps’ retreat. A bundle of ephemera waiting on the floor. There is always something, a stack of something.~

Oh, and what a stack. A package full of bookish goodness (stay tuned for reviews). A thank you note from Katie’s shower. Confirmation of our flights to England. And my penpal letter from Bronwyn, who wrote the letter just after learning we’d just booked our flights and so it all feels terribly real time. And my text-based treat from her: a clipping from the Sunday Times Magazine by Margaret Drabble about Sheffield, where she used to stomp (and in the Cathedral of which I once felt the presence of God while on a cheap daytrip).