{"id":3860,"date":"2005-11-10T17:38:19","date_gmt":"2005-11-10T22:38:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3860"},"modified":"2022-10-09T20:44:17","modified_gmt":"2022-10-10T00:44:17","slug":"from-the-mailbox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3860","title":{"rendered":"From the mailbox"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like tooting my own horn right now.  I want to share with you two random emails I have received from total strangers &#8211; these are not regular commenters, or even people who read my blog regularly.  It appears that somehow they have tripped over certain posts I wrote &#8230; and got sucked in.  It is stuff like this that make blogging one of the most rewarding and cool and &#8230; life-affirming &#8230; projects I have ever taken on.<\/p>\n<p>People write me emails like THIS???  What?  It is an awesome privilege.  I&#8217;m doing my thing here.  I do it because I love to write, and blogging is a fun hobby.<\/p>\n<p>So to actually have people come across certain posts &#8230; and then <i>take the time to write me letters<\/i> &#8230; makes me feel all proud and humble at the same time.<\/p>\n<p>Here is an email I received just the other day:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I just read 74 facts and a Lie.  I didn&#8217;t see #5 coming, but when it hit me&#8230; oh god the pain, I already knew how it ended.  I feel like I&#8217;ve been kicked in the stomach (again).  I&#8217;ll never stop asking myself why.  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>That was it.  That was the whole email.  A total stranger feeling &#8220;kicked in the stomach&#8221; over something that happened to ME.  Extraordinary.  I know I&#8217;ve felt the same way with other bloggers and the way they write &#8230; I get involved in their stories &#8230; I don&#8217;t NEED to know them &#8230; but it&#8217;s still amazing when it happens.<\/p>\n<p>And here &#8211; in its unedited version &#8211; is my #1 favorite email I have ever received.  I cannot even explain to you how WIDE my smile was as I read her words.<\/p>\n<p>Brief background:  i wrote <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2333\">this post<\/a> about finally tracking down one of my favorite childhood books.  I had remembered it as having the title &#8220;Bimulous Night&#8221; &#8211; which turns out was incorrect &#8211;  and that&#8217;s why it never came up in any of my searches.  But now &#8211; because of that one post &#8211; I cannot even tell you how proud I am that I am now <a href=\"http:\/\/www.google.com\/search?hl=en&#038;q=bimulous+night\">number 1 on Google for &#8220;bimulous night&#8221;<\/a> &#8211; so anyone else out there who might be yearning to find that book, and only can remember the words &#8220;on a bimulous night&#8221; &#8230; will now be able to track it down.<\/p>\n<p>Through such teeny steps, the world becomes a better place.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway.  Read this email.  I still get a lump in my throat when I read it:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>ohmygod.  i work at a preschool, and when i came in this morning, there were watercolor paintings set out to dry, so i asked one of my co-workers about the project, and she began, &#8220;oh, yesterday we read this book about a bimulous night, so &#8211; &#8220;and i interrupted with &#8220;OHMYGOD!  A BIMULOUS NIGHT WHEN THE SKY IS LIKE LACE?!&#8221; and she said yes, and i was such a babbling idiot &#8211; &#8220;and something about pineapple??  and orange??&#8221;  she kinda laughed at me, and gestured towards the book corner.  &#8220;it&#8217;s in that basket.  go see.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>when i saw the book and picked it up, my breath hitched.  my heart sped up.  i was literally shaking&#8230; wow, holding it in my hands after ALL THESE YEARS&#8230; it was so magic.  i read it, slowly, cover to cover, twice, grinning in wonder and disbelief.  it was such an amazing feeling to reconnect with that book after all this time.  my hazy memories &#8211; of the feeling of magic and joy &#8211; have always been mere wispy tendrils that teased me, made me wonder if i was losing my mind.  reading &#8220;when the sky is like lace&#8221; again today solidified and magnified the memories and feelings, as warm and real as a hug.<\/p>\n<p>of course, i had to read the book to the kids several times today, whenever any of them would listen, and sometimes even when they wouldn&#8217;t. :)  even when the kids wandered off, i stayed to finish the book!  and when a teacher from another room came in, i even roped her into reading the book, and sat and listened more intently than the kids!  oh, i just felt 7 years old again!!<\/p>\n<p>and now i am dying to have a bimulous night so i can make spaghetti and pineapple sauce and wear no orange and feel the velvet-soft grass under my bare feet and sing about how katydidn&#8217;t and revel in the splendid-strangeness of the plum-purple and dance in the moonlight and stay up all night long!!<\/p>\n<p>during my lunch break today, i rushed home, found the book on amazon, and ordered it!  i can&#8217;t wait to have my very own copy!  i may even make color copies of the illustrations to hang them on my wall!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Thanks, strangers, for taking the time to send me emails &#8230; and make my day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like tooting my own horn right now. 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