Day 2 - Postcard to my house

Change is inevitable. The weather changes, people change, our health changes. We cannot stop the aging process, some just do it more gracefully than others. I've gotten additional news about my health, the cold exacerbates the pain in my bones, and I'm just one person in a full house. It's hard to take the people I love for granted. I think sometimes life is just seeming to whiz by in a fast and furious blur, and it's easy to lose focus and balance. That's why today's postcard is going to the post office, and turning right back around to whence it came. Katie is a huge fan of Dale Chihuly, famous glass-blower. I bought her a pack of Chihuly postcards years ago. It's growing dust on a dark corner of the bookshelf. It was until today at least. I tore out the one postcard that's got an external installation. A great reminder for us to get outside and play; a nod to the upcoming Spring. A postcard doesn't make a lot of room to get too profound, so I just wrote down my favorite Shel Silverstein poem, and hope it will bring a smile to her face that I've missed seeing lately.

**NOTE** This postcard was a tiny bit larger than "the usual" postcard, so the post office considered it a letter and charged me full price in postage. I learned something new today!