For the October Newsletter:
By Monica Hurley
Piled up in our kitchen is the mail from last week. I sigh as I sort it thinking about three or four other things while I put bills in one stack, magazines in another, junk mail in a third. I wonder about what Pastor Elaine talked about: old fashioned letters in her sermon on September 8th. My grandma used to send those occasionally; whatever happened to those precious tidbits anyway? Guess I’ve not written one to her lately either.
I look at the bills, nothing surprises me. Yes, we used water, threw away trash, sucked electricity for the computers and lights. Magazines head to the coffee table or a basket and one I toss near my purse to flip through as I wait in a doctor’s office or school waiting room.