Ben's teacher and I have a very loose system for handing off papers. She sends home a permission slip in his backpack. I slide a letter in beside his notebook. No need for a stamp, or even an envelope, unless money is involved. In that case I splurge. 

The only hitch is, Benjamin has been known to forget to mention to either of us that there is a delivery. In which case it travels back and forth for days. Maybe weeks. The responsibility is partly mine, to be sure. I could go looking. But between laundry heaps, and cleaning off counters after meals, the notion of rummaging through his backpack is overlooked. 

There was a person I held a grudge about. For let's just say longer than necessary. Not that it is ever necessary, but I digress. I sent negative vibes, and prickly sentiments in her direction. 

Then one day we were in the same place. Talking about stuff. And I realized. She had never received my messages. Never took them out of the envelope. They just kept coming back to me. Oh I opened them, and added footnotes, and stuffed them back in the mental carrier pigeon's satchel. 

But her feathers were never even ruffled by them. How about that.