Several times a year organizations send me return address labels, and today I cut up most of the PO box labels. These live in a crowded little faux-Chippendale secretary and I was pleased to find mixed in a couple dozen for the house address, so those are stashed with the stamp assortment.

Following museum volunteering today I swung by the gym, but late in the afternoon the parking lot was crowded enough that I didn't want to go spend an hour exercising in a space packed full of unmasked people. I'm not an early riser, but on those occasions I get to the gym in the morning I meet more women who are my age and the place isn't packed. Getting to bed earlier is a goal I should set.

When I was going through the labels I found an enveloped tucked away with a note that it was receipts from a 2003 trip to New York City with my daughter. A mother-daughter trip we made when she turned 14. (I wish I'd managed a trip like that with my son, though our drives back and forth to the university 900 miles away were kind of the same as far as formative travel). Anyway, I've tucked that into my bag and when we go to lunch tomorrow we can take a look together. I'm curious to learn if she thinks she got out of that what I hoped she would - the desire to travel (she certainly has that) and to do interesting cultural things. We were poking around Chinatown and eating in Japanese restaurants right at the age when she started being interested in Anime and such. Lots of museums, some good shopping, and lots and lots of walking and eating. And now she works in an internationally respected art museum. I think I just answered my own question. The envelope has given me an opportunity to show my past self that it was a good idea.