My late MIL looked forward to sitting with my wife twice a month for bill-paying and check-balancing. Then bills were mailed — taken in person to the post office and handed to a postal person (or inserted into the wall slot, sometimes — don’t tell Mom!) because “sometimes things go into the cracks in a mailbox and don’t get found for months, if at all.” Offers (from me, natch) to make it electronic we’re met with a horrified look. “But how will I KNOW they were through?!” 🙄
But I think mostly Mom just liked sitting with Deb in the same ritual as she did with Dad before he passed. 💚