Mail.

I wonder what its like for the people who work for the post office.
Do they write letters? I wonder if they've ever had the feeling of pouring so much of your thoughts and emotions onto sheets of paper, taking the time to emphasize feelings with certain defined strokes of your handwriting, and then mailing it off into a mysterious boxes which pass it onto unknown hands of transfer. Do the unknown hands know what the feeling of really writing a letter is like?
When putting a letter or package into the mail you give it up, hoping that it was arrive at the destination you choose, sometimes thoughts that the whole process could fail creep into your mind. But you quickly push those thoughts away, because what would you do if that did happen? Nothing. Your completely powerless over such an occurrence.Thus, I mail letters and parcels in hope, because how else would I enjoy the process.
One day I am going to ask an official mail person if they write letters. Maybe they will know the feeling. I sure hope so.

This time of year, I don't like that saying its quite...unappreciative, referring to 'this time of year' as a disease or as an inevitable event to be dealt with, I will use a different phrase! At Christmas time, the post office is busy. Very busy. Our neighborhood postman said he has worked for the post office for 10+ years and he's never seen as many parcels as he has this year. Wow! That is a big statement. Similar to the time I brought my used math book to my first math class and the teacher, who had been teaching this class for 15+ years, said she'd never seen my book before. Ahahahaha! At first I felt lame, then I just laughed. My book is the true definition of vintage. Anyways! back to the post office. I went to the post office recently, all my days are blurring together, to drop off letters and the drive through drop box was jammed full. Over-flowing full. So you know what I had to do. Get out of my car after I had to park it. And walk in. Oh goodness. I felt so rigorous afterward! I had conquered the post office. Even at Christmas time when you had to walk in.

 My best wishes to your mailing this season and into the future. :)

I was playing around with the 'picture control' on my computer web cam. Fun times. Don't notice the mismatched pillows and clothes on my bed in the background. Not much matches in my room, I could say the same for what goes on in my head too. I still can't get rid of the glare on my glasses. Bummer bummer. I'll figure it our someday. Now off to bed.