By They painted the white parking lines at the post office!
Now this may not mean much to you, but… ya know, it doesn’t mean all that much to me either. I’m just making conversation here.
Mailed a couple of things at the Po-poppice (that’s what I used to call it when I was a kid -or the alternative – Pope Office) and the nice clerk asked if I wanted to buy any stamps to take home with me, or envelopes, or Frank Sinatra cards. What a nice young man! I said no, but thanks. He said, that’s the best he could do.
Then I went to Reeble’s to buy a bag of spinach. We were out of spinach! Yeah, I know. How can you eat a salad without spinach? We just skip the lettuce and use spinach. Because of the Vitamin K! Or something. Spinach just has more character than lettuce. And I needed a salad to eat with the tomatoes I bought from Jim at the Farmers Market the other day.
It’s been sprinkling. Not enough to do any good for anything, just enough to make my car look blotchy. But that’s the way it goes.
And, on we go, rejoicing.