sick..sick..sick

I'm sick.
and I don't remember ever feeling as crummy as this.
I've been to the doc, got some meds, and been sleeping for hours since.
Bah!
Wiping everything down with bleach in an effort to keep the guys from catching whatever it is.

Dr. Austria said that I have bronchitis and a sinus infection.
That's what he always says.
To find out anything specific, he would have to do cultures etc.
and like he pointed out once, the treatment would likely be the same.
So... what ever it is. I'll be so happy when it's gone!

workworkwork

OK then...

I have a new 'job'.
Actually it's a new 'position', but at the Post Office we say we've gotten a new 'job'
This one is a little bit new. Different responsibilities ; a little more money. and of course, completely new hours and days off.

I'm adjusting.
Currently I am terribly homesick for my old 'job' and mostly my old co-workers.
Yet, I remind myself that when a prisoner is released from a long prison sentence , they miss the security of what they know so well.
In other words, this may still be the best move for me right now. I just need more time to adjust.

There are some positives manifesting already however.
ie the shoulder pain I've been dealing with for so many months ( the one that wakes me up in the night? that one.) is already easing considerably.
Saturdays off? I've got em.
Along with a promise from my supervisor that he won't ever have to 'mandatory' (postal grammar) me to work on Saturday, ever.
Speaking of supervisors.
I have a good one.
He's normal, he's human and he has compassion for people.
Huh... how did that happen in the Postal Service?
Anyway, I remember when he first hired on as a Letter Carrier. He's always been this way.
so..
I just need to give it some time. I will hopefully find my niche at the new position and make myself a little home here.
We'll see i guess!

Matthew Polly

I ran into Matthew Polly's Mom at the grocery store the other day.

Seems his book is being looked at for a movie.

Now that is coolness.

Welcome back me!

Hey!

I miss this place!

Finally, after many months, I feel as though I'm getting my sea legs.

(Yesterday was International Talk Like a Pirate Day after all!)

Last week I went driving in the Flint Hills and took some pics.

Finally, after so long.

And today, well here I am.

I'm beginning to feel like me!

I need a breather

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

winnie the pooh

I like beer.
There. I've said it. I'm outing myself !
and what image does that conjure up?
a bleached blonde in Daisy Duke cutoffs and a halter top, hanging out at the races with guys names Snake and Buck?

an old lady in a ball cap sitting on her front porch with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth growling at the neighbor kids?

how about a middle aged , slightly graying mother of four with a fat Chihuahua and a gimpy Lab mix sitting on her patio watching the sunset.

yeh, that one would be it.

I have decided to attribute my beer love to my Father who was
A. of German descent ( I hope that's not racial profiling..)
and
B. made home brew with my uncle when we were growing up.
I still have the crock actually.
and truth be told, I never drink much at a time.
One or two tops.
I just really love the taste. And the frosty coldness of the chilled mug.
mmmmm...... better than a milkshake!

( I don't even own a halter top!)

Smells

I haven't written for so very long. I believe I'm beginning to catch up with my life now




I wanted to write this down so that I don't forget.
I love the smell of the Post Office in the evening when I'm the only one there.
It brings back so many memories.
Especially when I lock up the outer lobby.
The faint scent of paper and ink. A stamp-y smell too.
( you may need to be around a lot of stamps to recognize that odor!)
It reminds me of my Dad. When I was a child my father sold paper products.
Letterhead, envelopes and the like.
We had stacks of cartons filled with paper and envelopes and business cards
with Curtis 1000 Inc. stamped in the logo.
There is a distinct aroma to them.
I remember the first time I was on the workroom floor at the GMF for my tour of the plant on the day I interviewed. That was what struck me first. The smell.
I love it.
I also made many trips to the Post Office with my Father. I remember how cavernous the building seemed. Marble floors. Wooden tables with those ucky sponges floating in a bowl of water to wet the stamps with. Tomorrow I will be going to that same office in the morning for a retirement party for my friend.
It will still seem cavernous. The floors are still marble.
It's amazing.
Once in awhile I would go with my Dad to the old processing facility at night because he needed to get some mail out right away . We would drive to the dock and he would give the letters to a clerk. It was always so dark.
Anyway, maybe, if I believed in fate, I would say that I was meant to work at the Post Office.
and for sure , when those smells start drifting around in the evening...
well, I like it.