What is the most constant ritual in your life?

I had to think about this one for a moment or two...but if I look back over my entire life for one thing I've always done each day, it's look for the postman when he comes.

Maybe what I like best is that no matter how dull a routine I've found myself in, the daily batch of letters can always upset it, for good or bad: some life-changing things have arrived that way, as well as the comforting stand-bys, like my mother's letters used to be.

My mother always wrote me several times a week, whenever I lived far away from her. I've kept all those letters; they last, not like phone calls or even e-mails. Her handwriting, her paper, her stamps...they're precious to me now that she's gone.

And I love to be surprised with a postcard from far away when a friend or relative is taking a holiday somewhere. I'm really touched then, to think, 'they thought of ME, while out having fun?' and it makes me smile.

Now if only someone would send me a big surprise inheritance...who knows? Maybe tomorrow's the day!

LOL