This snowfall feels nice. Almost insulating, even though I'm indoors. The enveloping silence is magical. I like it.
This morning I went to a different local post office. It was like going to a different planet. Seriously, my usual post office has employees that are as difficult and miserable as they come. It's a dark, depressing place, although the outside is kind of quaint.
Now picture someone's house that was converted into a post office and the host is there to greet and help you with actually packing your package, not only that, he does it with a grateful smile.
Then there's the addition of bright, cheerful light from curtained windows and table lamps and then there's beautiful, classical music playing and whimsical, witty signs that make you laugh, or think. So imagine my shock today when I went into the alternative post office and a woman with a baby in a car seat was at the counter and the gentleman--in the true sense of the word-- was helping her pack up two packages to ship. Not in any hurry or annoyance. Truly helpful.
Then I step up to the desk to hand over my 20lb. package. No, wait, "Mr. Lee" comes out from behind the desk to help me. Honest! I've already made a shipping label, so all that needs to be done is place the package in the cart, but I'm so thankful for this experience that I ran out to the car to grab a dozen eggs for Mr. Lee. I hand them to him and he becomes emotional and can't thank me enough for the eggs, like they were gold! I am so totally impressed that I can't wait to go back. Mr. Lee, where have you been all of my life? I love this place, but I am really pissed off that I've had to put up with so much crap from the employees from the other post office for all of these years. Oh well, I'm so happy that I now have a choice to go to Mr. Lee's post office.
Krista , Jeanie and I discovered Skype today. Boy, we're really having a lot of fun with it. Krista has me conversing with Josie's Barbie and Ken dolls. Trying to trick me into thinking that Barbie is really her. Krista, here are two hints, 1. you have to find a way to make her lips move and 2. since I'm your mother, I know you don't have blue eyes. Then the Johnson kids answered when we called Jeanie's house. All three of them talking to us at once. Jonah telling us his jokes from the joke book that he wrote, Isabella singing something and Gabriel being Ninja, or was that Isabella?
OK, my work here is finished for tonight. Enjoy the snow.
