We got mail! Real mail.

It was the old-fashioned kind of mail that showed up late this afternoon in the old-fashioned mailbox hanging on the side of the building here on Normandie in Los Angeles. It was just the kind of mail that a grandma and grandpa, who dearly miss their Minnesota family, love to get.
The card was sweet and to the point from Emily and her Mom. Mom had just developed an old-fashioned roll of film which included a bunch of photos from last summer, including this one of Emily finishing preschool -- with much overdone Pomp and Circumstance directed to doting parents and grandparents. The envelope contained actual prints on paper. It was wonderful.
An old-fashioned phone call brought us up-to-date on the current academic progress . You'll be happy to know that we can report that our kindergartener is above average in 8 out of 10 subjects and average in two. So she's definitely above-average. We like that and suspected as much.
Thank you for your old-fashioned indulgence.