I don't have any cards or news to share that's of any remote interest, so I will share a story.
This is me. Yes, that is me sitting in the middle of a mess in nothing but my underwear.
Well, that may look like a mess to you, and it probably was to my mother, but it's not just a mess. It's a million memories in one snapshot.
The boxes in the background that look like they belong in a basement or attic ---those are filled with depression glass. My parents were avid collectors. In the early 70's, they sold quite a bit of it and made a decent amount of money too. Enough to put a down-payment on the house in Cayuga. The house we would move into on my 5th birthday. The house we would live in for about twenty years.
The box on the right with kitten on the front of it. That was my toy box. I'm not sure where my father got the large pictures from, but had a ton of them. And he'd make me scrapbook-sized picture books with them and he'd glue them to boxes to store my toys.
The toys ... ok, that's really just a bit of a mess.
As for me hanging out in my underwear, well, I did that a lot as a kid. The joy of being at home and not wearing pants was something I inherited from my grandmother. Lord, if that woman wasn't wearing a mini-skirt or short-shorts, she was walking around in a long shirt and no pants. I told her that today too and she said she doesn't remember that. Really?
Look Grandma...No Pants.