The person sending me visuals for my P2P2 project is Amanda, and we've been in communication. Her/my envelope is en route, but she posted the photos on her blog, and though I swore I would be good and wait to receive the real deal, I cheated. Here they are.
Amanda lives in Arizona, and she included two from there. Long-time readers will remember Dad worked at the U of A Tucson for a year and I went to kindergarten during the academic year JFK was shot. I've been going down memory lane all morning, remembering trips to the Grand Canyon, Mesa Verde, (two most memorable places the five-year-old me), the meteor crater, Bryce Canyon, (not in Arizona, but equally visually memorable.) And the almost weekly drive to Saguaro National Park. And all the "dips" in the roads that allowed the evening shower water to run and not flood all the roads.
1962/3 were the best year of my parents' lives. They knew it then, and even I sensed it. They were in their early/mid 30's, Dad had a relaxing research job, Mom was playing tennis every day, they had two cars, (unthinkable in Japan in the 60's), we lived in a small rented house with a dry garden, and they had to deal with just one kid. I know they both wanted to stay in the US, (or go to Australia), but Dad respects such things as family ties and duty so we went home after three years "sabbatical" in the US.
Boy, we had a nice life. And we lived every minute to the fullest.
There is also a cat pic, and again, you might know I'm a dog person and my eyes are watering and scalp itching just thinking about Zip, so I think I'll give His Loveliness a miss. The honeysuckle pic is a lovely close up, and you know I'm a sucker for these. And it's orange, so there are many things I could do with this one.
After I get over reminiscing, maybe next week, I'll have some play with the three. Well, they're really two in my mind. I predict a long phone call home in the next couple of days.
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This morning, 8:15AM.
Beloved: "Is there any more important envelopes to post/mail, or are you expecting something today?"
Wife of 21 years: "No, and no, thanks. Why?"
Beloved "So it's OK if I forget to check the PO Box."
Bewildered: "Do you plan to forget to go?"