Darlings, who said hand writing was a lost art?
I must admit, in this cold and lonely world of emails, texting, skyping, twatting, gang signing and who knows what ever else you youngsters are doing to communicate these days... I had almost forgotten what a hand written note looks like.
Hence, I was positively giddy upon receiving Dragoneer's lovely correspondence.

In the olden days, I would pour a spot of chamomile tea for myself and have a leisurely sip as I sharpened the blade of my letter opener and gingerly sliced the top of the envelopes- letting my fingers savor the crisp, smooth refined texture of the paper. Then I would reach inside the envelope- ever so gently- prying the letters-teasing them out- much as one would coax a breech baby from the womb. And then the delivery- oh yes- the sound of the crinkled paper as it took it's first breath, freed from it's confines. As I fondled the letter in my eager hands, the smell of perfume lightly wafted into the air. Yes, it was from one of my suitors. What does it say? How much they miss me, need me, yearn for my touch? Or perhaps a "Dear Dreamwindow" letter- telling me they were adrift in my sea of love- and feared drowning. Oh how they begged to be released from my spell.
What was I talking about?
Anyway, I haven't seen an actual written note in ages, so I especially appreciated 'Neer's lovely hand job.
It can do wonders for the soul. I was feeling just like Dowager Dame Maggie Smith from Downton Abbey. Sipping my tea as I mused over Dragoneer's poetic words. I thought I would be so bold as to share these tender thoughts with you. So... what do you think? I, for one, was so appreciative that I had the note framed. The first two days I had it on my nightstand with a single rose, a votive, and- of course- a handkerchief. In case I need a good cry, you see. (If you don't believe me, I have the pictures to prove it.) I wanted it to be the first thing I saw when I woke up in the morning and the last thing I saw when I went to bed at night. Of course, my bed was empty those two nights. But I got over that phase quickly. Now it is hanging in my private office. Therefore I can officially say in all truthfulness- that our beloved Dragoneer is well hung. He is hanging in between the picture of me shaking hands with Governor Cuomo (Do NOT ask which Govenor Cuomo)- and the tear stained love letters from "Wuffle". In fact, it's hanging in the spot where my $900.00 etching by Rukis would have gone. Oh, well. Now I have something to fill the hole. The one on my wall, that is. Do you like the rattan wall covering? It took me forever to find just the right shade...
For some reason that I just can't quite put my finger on, I expected to find one or more stickers of Fender inside Dragoneer's love gift to me. I searched his modest package with a fine tooth comb... but the only sticker I found was that odd pink dinosaur that you see on the note. If it were a dragon- at least I would understand. But I don't. Maybe it's a hidden message indicating Dragoneer's love. You know- like that official White House portrait of President Bill Clinton- with the outline of Monica Lewinsky's infamous blue dress painted into the background. Or maybe he's just recognizing me for the dinosaur that I am. Oh, well. What's a letter without a little mystery. I'll have a cube of sugar in my tea, please. I'm in the mood for something hot- and sweet.

Love, D-