My Incredibly Unremarkable Life

A new week, and I e-mailed the librarian last night that I'd be working at home this week.

The implication was that I'd be doing archival stuff.

Somehow, I didn't get to that today. (At least not yet.)

I went out to get the mail and my neighbor was stopping at home on a lunch break. Naturally, we chatted a bit. I told her how my mailbox was going into self-destruct, and that today the carrier had followed the note I'd stuck in the box last week suggesting using an unused paper tube (which are actually mailboxes themselves). She/he did today.

She (neighbor) volunteered her husband for help in setting up a new box (which I went and bought this afternoon) and then she admired my azaleas.

Turns out she's decided she wants to put some along the fence between us.

Light bulb goes off!!! I shall gift them with azaleas as thanks for the mailbox installation. After all, since they'll be next door I'll get to enjoy them too.

Tomorrow I'll put the numbers on the newly purchased mailbox.

(What goes around comes around. My husband was always helping others, and now I have a similarly-minded neighbor.)

For an eternity my mailbox has been bright yellow, but I really don't feel like painting it. It will have to survive with just numbers. I shall, however, be looking for some vinyl adhesive-backed flowers to dress it up.

Buying the mailbox meant a trip to WalMart where I got a couple of other things too--primarily critter food.

When I got home there was a call from the Blood Center lady. I told her things had been hectic and I'd try to stop by this week. I mentioned the car repairs, and how very pleased I was with the mechanic--and the lagniappe of me being between work and his home so he picked up and delivered the car from my house.

(I just noticed that the cat has her tail under the cord connecting the keyboard with something or other. This means that she can't pull her favorite stunt of flailing it about and hitting the ESC key. I must remember this for when it isn't under there.)

I'm still not used to it being light so late, but it won't take long. It did seem funny to be driving in to work in the darkness after getting almost to not needing headlights by the end of the drive.

Time to settle down for a quiet evening of TV drivel and a Cathy (Kathy?) Reichs book 206 Bones. The TV show bears little resemblence to the books, other than the main character's name and her occupation.

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2010-04-05 6:47 PM New Week Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook	A new week, and I e-mailed the librarian last night that I'd be working at home this week. The implication was that I'd be doing archival stuff. Somehow, I didn't get to that today. (At least not yet.) I went out to get the mail and my neighbor was stopping at home on a lunch break. Naturally, we chatted a bit. I told her how my mailbox was going into self-destruct, and that today the carrier had followed the note I'd stuck in the box last week suggesting using an unused paper tube (which are actually mailboxes themselves). She/he did today. She (neighbor) volunteered her husband for help in setting up a new box (which I went and bought this afternoon) and then she admired my azaleas. Turns out she's decided she wants to put some along the fence between us. Light bulb goes off!!! I shall gift them with azaleas as thanks for the mailbox installation. After all, since they'll be next door I'll get to enjoy them too. Tomorrow I'll put the numbers on the newly purchased mailbox. (What goes around comes around. My husband was always helping others, and now I have a similarly-minded neighbor.) For an eternity my mailbox has been bright yellow, but I really don't feel like painting it. It will have to survive with just numbers. I shall, however, be looking for some vinyl adhesive-backed flowers to dress it up. Buying the mailbox meant a trip to WalMart where I got a couple of other things too--primarily critter food. When I got home there was a call from the Blood Center lady. I told her things had been hectic and I'd try to stop by this week. I mentioned the car repairs, and how very pleased I was with the mechanic--and the lagniappe of me being between work and his home so he picked up and delivered the car from my house. (I just noticed that the cat has her tail under the cord connecting the keyboard with something or other. This means that she can't pull her favorite stunt of flailing it about and hitting the ESC key. I must remember this for when it isn't under there.) I'm still not used to it being light so late, but it won't take long. It did seem funny to be driving in to work in the darkness after getting almost to not needing headlights by the end of the drive. Time to settle down for a quiet evening of TV drivel and a Cathy (Kathy?) Reichs book 206 Bones. The TV show bears little resemblence to the books, other than the main character's name and her occupation. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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