So I’ve had thoughts and visions of Alanis Morissette running through my head for weeks now. No, no, not the video where she is walking through the streets naked with her long stringy hair covering her boobs.  Or even the song where she slams the guy from Full House… You oughta know him as Uncle Joey.  Nope, instead it’s the lyrics from her song “Thank You”.  But instead of her version, here is mine.

Thank you India   Aunt Micki & Uncle Steve
Thank you terror   Brian & Ellen Paull
Thank you disillusionment   Greg & Timika Thrasher
Thank you frailty   Allan & Audrey Freed
Thank you consequence   Lee & Hersha Goldman
Thank you thank you silence   Michael Floyd

It’s been a while since my last post. I made a pact with myself (recently) that I would not write another blog until I finished writing thank you notes.  These were thank you notes that were 6 months in the making, so it’s a miracle that it’s less than 2 weeks since I have written anything on here.

My wife has made writing thank you notes into an art form.  I have had handfuls of people mention how great of a thank you note she writes.  Truth be told, she did pump out 90 percent of the thank you notes (in a timely manner).  However, she let me know that people she didn’t know well… or know at all… would be getting a thank you note from me.

I thought to myself that it’s not fair for her to deprive these nice gift giving folks of receiving one of “her” notes.  What better way to introduce herself and make some new friends?  Anne didn’t go for it.  Unfortunately these guys were going to get a thank you card from me… when I got around to it.  I believe I have mentioned previously, more than once, that I tend to procrastinate.  Sometimes I delay doings things I like doing.  Now add in the part that I don’t enjoy writing thank you notes… and there you have the 6 month delay.

I will give my wife credit for not nagging me on getting the notes out.  Perhaps she did early on, but as the months went by, I may have mentally blocked it out.  Granted, I did feel bad on more than one occasion over the last several months when we were using gifts that had been given over the summer, and I had yet to acknowledge receiving them.  So I would say to myself “this weekend I am going to knock out the notes.”  This repeated for several weeks until I managed to just put it on the back burner and the thought just faded away.

But lately as I would sit down to write on here, I would think that perhaps my priorities were a little mixed up.  It was time to knock out the notes.  The crazy part is, when I finally did make myself write the notes, it wasn’t that bad (shhh – don’t tell me wife).  First of all, it didn’t take that long to write them, and secondly I was relieved to finally finish them.   It was the right thing to do and should have been done much sooner.

Anyone of you reading this, please know that I am embarrassed that it took so long to get the note out to you… and in no way does it reflect on how much we appreciated the gift.  Of course, you know that already because I wrote that in each and every thank you note (and I do mean it).