To rediscover my love of note writing, by writing to a friend each day. You know the ones, written covertly in high school science class. So few of these tatty bits of paper survived, but those that did remind me of how freely and openly we our shared inner thoughts, and the most boring daily occurrences. All conveyed in a small paragraph or drawing. True to my ‘high school aesthetic’, each daily note will have vaguely legible handwritten text, or near indecipherable doodles, or both. It might be fact or fiction… but it will always start with “Dear Kelly”…
Dear Kelly, Today we collected Barnaby the mastiff-cross puppy from the pound. He's all energy, sharp teeth, fearlessness, bad manners, excited licks, and soft cuddles. Barnaby is awesome. When we were at the pound I looked at the last entry in the visitor book. It was someone from 'Animal cremations' for a 'pick-up'... I hope Melbourne is treating you well. xx J
Yesterday, the bus driver slammed on the brakes (cut off by a car crossing the bus lane to get into the petrol station). Unfortunately, one person had yet to get down the aisle to a free seat (on the upper deck), and she did a spectacular backward flail before managing to grab a pole to save herself. Another reminder that life can, without warning, potentially mangle you in the most random of ways.