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I don’t know why it’s taken us this long, but we’re finally about to attack the stack of appeals that have been accumulating.
A couple of the appeals make a very clear case for their need for funds during the pandemic, and we are increasing our donations to them over last year’s amount.
I am actually dumbfounded by appeal letters that DON’T mention anything about being affected by the pandemic. Where have you been all year?
There’s one local cultural nonprofit that always sends a reply form with no appeal letter at all, and I’m so offended by that, I want to cut them off, but my husband insists that we continue to support them.
I don’t know how long it’s been sitting unopened in my stack of appeals, but one letter mentions a deadline of December 4, which seems weirdly arbitrary. I think they’ll still accept my gift, though. Don’t you?
So much better than “PLACE STAMP HERE”, which drives me up a wall.
Oh, wait. This is worse. I do know how to mail an envelope, you know.
The four choices on this gift chain are $250, $260, $265 and $275, which has got to be the narrowest range I’ve ever seen. They had the good sense to add a “Surprise Us!” box, just in case I want to bust loose.
Oh, shoot. Another one I’m just opening, and it says “Nov 30 deadline!” right on the envelope. But the postmark is November 23! C’mon!
We keep donating to them, but I never read the very long, small-print, no-margin, weird-font appeal letter from a small local nonprofit. I simply don’t have the fortitude to tackle it.
Absolutely no dopamine is released when you have me declare that I want to make a tax-deductible gift.
