You've Got Mail

Dair has gotten extremely nosy lately. She is constantly asking where each family member is at each moment, how long they will be gone, and when they will be back. She also keeps close tabs on the dogs, and really would prefer that they never leave the house.

One of the high points of her day is the arrival of the mail. She used to get tons of junk mail and would frequently send checks to various organizations that asked for donations. We have put a stop to most of that, but the occasional junk still gets through. Once she sees it, you can't convince her to throw it away. So we try to get to the mail before her and screen out anything important or completely worthless. Unfortunately, she now watches for the mailman to arrive, and as soon as he is sighted, off Dair shuffles to meet him at the end of the driveway.

Today some mail arrived for her grandson, Stephen. It just so happened that he was visiting our house and so she opened it and showed it to him. It was a credit card offer, complete with one of those fake credit cards attached. He tore the envelope and contents in half and threw them in the trash.

After Stephen left the room, she fished the mail out of the trash and put it in her pocket. I asked her about it and she said she wanted to see what it was. I told her it was Stephen's mail and she replied, "well he lives in my house (in NC) - part of the time." I guess she thought that gave her the right to be nosy.