The only penpals I ever really had were my husband, my parents, and then later my mother-in-law. I kept my hub's and mother's letters, but when I was writing my mother-in-law she could not write back.
This week I am still plowing through my hub's old, old family letters and correspondence. Yesterday I spent hours sorting through picture postcards, some of which are 90 years old.
At $6.00 a card on the Internet, we have a small fortune in never posted cards. But they won't be sold. That is waaaay too much trouble for me. Scanning, advertising, corresponding with buyers/collectors, packaging up, mailing, and of course organizing payment.
Think that is called WORK. I do not do WORK anymore!
But I digress. Back to penpals, now called blogpals. My hub comments that I have a fulltime job just reading all the blogs I am following. He sees the comments I have been receiving on my two blogspots and my invitations to link up. (Which I am never really sure how to do!!!)
I am having a good time. Isn't that what retirement is all about?
Here is just one example of the old, old cards.
Copenhagen, Tivoli Garden