Growth is a challenging process, and it takes a lot of attention to detail to get the big tasks taken care of.
Sometimes, that means the small tasks can get overlooked.
Back in April, we finally got an address of our own--although it was just a post office box. It seemed like a good way to make sure people could send us mail and know we would receive it. There was only one glitch--I thought Katrina was checking the mail. Katrina thought I was checking the mail.
Nobody was checking the mail.
I remembered to stop by the post office this past weekend, and I made my first trip to our PO box. I opened the little door and found the following:
- A small package
- A misdirected piece of mail
- A notice of a parcel that had been sent but that required a signature
- A second notice about that same parcel indicating it would be sent back if not claimed in a couple of days. That, unfortunately, was in April.
I promise we'll be more diligent about picking up our mail going forward. We'll be stopping by the post office once a week, probably on Saturdays. Please, send us fan mail, beads, donations, or anything you think we'd like to receive--just don't send us any bills!