Mail Bonding

I got another one a week ago.  It was a postcard with a picture of a road sign that read, “Kangaroos Next 50km”.

Work Place Revisited

I was in my old working grounds twice this week to run errands. 

The first time I ventured out, I left right after lunch and took the MRT (train).  That took a quick and comfortable 40 minutes. Hardly any queues at the ticket window and plenty of room inside the train.  Maybe if it was this easy all the time, I would have readily accepted the invitations of my office mates to come visit for lunch or dinner. But the sudden downpour as I exited the terminal made me rethink my being out so far away from home. 

The second time, I hitched an early morning ride with a neighbor and we spent a little over two hours catching up on the latest happenings in our lives before she finally dropped me off at my destination.  To say that the traffic was terrible is an understatement.  It truly is a wonder how I managed all those long and tiring commute times in the thirty years of work in that fabled financial district.  Love of work? Friends at work? Pay at work?  A combination?  It is a wonder indeed.

Priceless

I learned from my daughter that her Serbian dorm mate receives regular mailed packages of spices from her mother to keep homesickness at bay. What a swell idea!  So I thought I’d do the same by mailing out an item that was uniquely from home. 

After much thought on what exactly could that item be, keeping in mind postal regulations, my daughter asked if I could mail her some tablea (local unsweetened chocolate tablets).   

slightly bigger and thicker than a P5 coin