|The Morning Mail
||[Oct. 17th, 2015|10:40 am]
My mother's mail consists almost entirely of catalogues, advertising and appeals from charities. Going through it with her paper knife used to make her feel connected and still in charge- but now it just frets her. She hands me a catalogue for womenswear and says, "I don't know what this is. Aileen can deal with it."|
'Appeals from charities'
Do be careful! you hear stories..........
They're a pain. My mother supports several charities- all of which keep writing to ask for more.
And then there's The Countryside Alliance....
My father used to be inundated with charity appeals too. I did make a huge effort to get him removed from as many mailing lists as possible when he moved into the care home, but I suspect the new owners of his bungalow will still be getting some appeals now that I've finally let the mail re-direction lapse.
My mother can no longer read these things- so she hands them over to us and we bin them.
There's a company that still sends a catalogue to my father- who's been dead for a decade. We've spoken them to about it but they take no notice.
Mind you, I imagine that's about an exciting as most people's post, these days - must be rather a tragic sense, being an old-time postman. Where once you'd be delivering all manner of letters of conversation, now it's almost all bills, newsletters, and junk mail. And even the bills are fading away, with much of it going online.
At least you're there. I'm a couple hours away from my mother, and I can't even get in touch with her, at the moment - her phone's been off for a month now, she refused to speak to the friendly neighbor I'd asked to drop by to ask her to turn it back on, and even a little letter asking her to turn it back on doesn't seem to've had any effect. *sigh* But, she does have a social worker calling in each morning, and I know they have my number, so I know she's okay. All the same, it's disquieting.
We're four or five hours away from Ailz's mother. She keeps in touch but it's a nagging worry.
We had to choose between mothers and my mother's need was greater. If we hadn't moved down she'd have been in a home by now. Ailz's mother is younger and still able to manage for herself.
I became vigilant about unwanted mail. I would mark it "return to sender" but a lot of it still came regardless. One customer service person I called said "write 'return to sender' in a thick market and use a highlighter around the edges" and that worked. Some places I called seemed to ignore it. I figured out a fake address, a house number that did not exist, as a solution to mail that doesn't stop, but I figured that would be too mean for the postal service.
One place I lived at... a prior occupant had Scientology mailings still arriving. Those never stopped LOL.
The place we live at now, the previous owner had passed away. A few years after we moved in, a Christmas card arrived for him. That was sad.
Edited at 2015-10-17 04:27 pm (UTC)
I don't always remember to check the mail box. It's rare for it to contain anything of real interest these days.