Sometimes jammed between the catalogs, flyers, and junk, there is real, genuine mail. This week there have been a few pieces that qualify.
First up was a letter from our Secretary of State informing me that my driver’s license expires on my birthday. So, I have to schlep over there, pay my $10, get the ever-dreaded mug shot, and renew it. And, this year I have the added extra joy of having to take a WRITTEN test.
WHAT?! I haven’t taken one of those since I very first got my license a million years ago. Sheesh. Guess I’m going to have to brush up on the Rules of the Road this summer, just to be sure I know them as well as I think.
Thinking ahead, which I don’t always do, I purchased a few graduation cards a few weeks ago. In my circle of nearest and dearest, there are two graduates this year. I was just reminding myself that I needed to deal with those, too. What should appear in the mail? An invitation to a party for the elder of the two graduates (one is high school, the other eighth grade). And, it’s at the barn!
I haven’t been to the “party barn,” as it’s more affectionately known, in a while. It really IS quite the place. The barn used to be an antique store. On its first floor, is a ginormous garage and a gift shop area that the current owners have kept in tact. Instead of selling anything, it now displays a model car collection and a variety of curiosities.
Upstairs, in the loft, think neighborhood bar. It has a stage, karaoke machine, and several tall, bar-style tables. It has been the scene of many a raucous night for my friends.
And no description would be complete without mentioning that the barn property also includes a gorgeous, ante-bellum mansion. Love, love, love that place!
I guess that’s one card I won’t have to mail. I think it’s safe to say that Pearl and I will be there.