HANDWRITTEN in Postcards 4

I’m out there in the world doing things. At the Post Office, I carefully picked boxes, carefully labeled each, and the lady behind the counter told me that I had the wrong label. How was I to know. I had carefully picked up the label that matched the box.

Nope, that wasn’t it.

She gave me two new labels, and I carefully addressed them. When I got back to the counter I asked if anyone got the labeling thing right.

Nope, none.” She replied.

I had to laugh, but stopped when she told me that she couldn’t read what I had written. George has been saying this for a long time. It’s one of the (many) reasons my blog is no longer hand written. She had the machine print out the address to make sure the presents arrived.

I’m damned if I take time to get depressed about getting old today.

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• Himself: Work, dinner, tomorrow Costco as we are out of TP.


• Myself: I shelved 32 boxes of computer books yesterday. Tuesday I shelved slightly less in the “War” category. Both donated collections. Today pool, presents, mail one more, write in blog, do laundry, pot roast, and wrap presents.


• Reading: I’m really going to miss the characters in “Stilletto.” Now reading a book on architectural structures.


• Gratitude’s: For absolutely everything.