I recently was bedridden for a few days–just a little post-op recovery. Many of my colleagues were kind enough to give me a helping hand. I needed to say thanks in a personal way–no easy email or texts. It was time to put some stationary and sincere thought to use.
These are just a few of the spectacular cards I picked up at Goodwill a few months ago. They seemed to be from some store’s inventory liquidation. There were boxes and boxes of them. No one seemed interested. I bought all of them.
These are ideal cards for just about any situation. The problem, however, is that my handwriting is unsightly–worse than drunken zombie-chicken scratch. This is one reason why I use typewriters. Of course, I did not want to bend these sartorial birds out of shape. I couldn’t type directly on the cards. I instead glued in ivory parchment upon which I had typed some fun poems. The last poem parodies a famous poem I’m sure readers will recognize. Spoiler alert: I swear in that one. I was waiting for my pain meds just hours after surgery. (Pain spontaneously overflows in recollection, to abuse Mr. Wordsworth.)
I hope my colleagues get a kick out of the presentation. To my mind, effort shows appreciation, and they truly are appreciated.