“I get mail; therefore I am.”

We’re behind closed doors again. It is already 83˚ and could get as high as 88˚. I’m tired of pretty days which burn off your first layer of skin.

I’m still bored. Even Henry is a bit restless. He is barking at outside noises and wandering the house. When he wants to go out, I open the door and stand by and wait. He hurries down the stairs and runs to the very same tree he always uses. The spot never dries.

I’m watching a shark movie, There are nine eating machines trolling the Mississippi River looking for dinner, several courses it seems. Count among the victims an actor who starred in shark movies, the sheriff, two contentious townsmen, a woman whose head pops up out of the water still sporting sunglasses and a cloth headband and assorted fishermen stupid enough to out be on the water in row boats.

Every summer when I was in college, I worked at the post office in Hyannis. It was good money and the work was simple. The only requirement was you had to know how to read. One of the guys used to hide alcohol in the trash bin beside the board he was working. He didn’t smell all that great either. Nobody wanted to work near him. I too said no. The foreman upped the ante. He said I could have more frequent and longer breaks and a longer lunch time. I said I’d give it a try. As to why Pete still worked there had something to do with his brother being postmaster. I lasted all summer with Pete. I loved all those breaks.

I still don’t know what I’ll do today. I’m thinking a late afternoon jaunt to the dump then animal food shopping at Agway. Could my day get more exciting?

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6 Comments on ““I get mail; therefore I am.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Trump’s war against the post office and mail in ballots is absolutely ridiculous. The postal system is not supposed to be a profitable institution. It’s a blatant attempt to make voting more difficult which helps them win with low voter turn out. I’ve come to the conclusion that Republicans don’t like democracy. Many of my right wing coworkers say things like, “The U.S. is not a democracy but a republic”. Or, “It’s unfortunate that they let those people vote”. They are of course referring to people of color.

    Even though I have email and the internet, I still look forward to going to the mailbox daily to see what fun things await.

    Today should be just as warm as the past couple of days. Another day to get in the pool.

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      All proof is contrary to Trump’s ridiculous assertions that mail in voting will lead to fraud, but the truth has never gotten in Trump’s way. That’s why I don’t get how people can support him. Don’t they check on what he says? There is an abundance of sources for checking. I’ll never get it.

      Today I got a cooking magazine, Smithsonian and National Geographic in the mail. That’s a good day!!

      It is cloudy, and there’s been thunder but no rain yet.

      • Bob Says:

        Trump has followed the lead of other strongmen and dictators by calling any publication or broadcast that exposes his lies as fake news. Once you discredit the legitimate press you are on your way to use your propaganda machine to further your popularity. My sister, the Trumpster, is convinced that The NY Times, ABC, NBC, CBS and CNN are run or tools of the socialist left. She only believes Fox News and right wing websites. I don’t follow her on social media because she’s rude and talks down to anyone who disagrees with her. She’s a retired art teacher who taught pottery in high school. She has no talent except to make mundane ashtrays. I’ve seen her work and it stinks.

      • katry Says:

        That she claims all those are tools of the left boggles my mind. It doesn’t occur to her that there are so many sources agreeing about the dangers of a Trump reelection compared to the very few which support his crazy, dangerous talk.

  2. hedley Says:

    I worked the Christmas shifts at the Epsom Post Office during my college days. We would drag in there around 4 am for a fun morning of sorting and packing and then head out on our routes on a push bike. We were expected back in time to grab breakfast, repack and get out on the second delivery.

    One year I had Hook Road, a community of tightly packed row homes, with multiple tenants so delivery was only by house number not occupant. I also had Epsom Downs which meant homes spread far apart, dirt roads that punctured tires and dogs anxious to protect the houses.

    Generally a rude customer or marauding dog lead to “suspension” of my delivery. I happily remember being yelled at by a home owner as I crossed 5 feet of grass between pathways – that was the last she saw of cards or deliveries with a week to go to Christmas Day. She would look anxiously from her window as I passed her home. Card received for her were dumped back in to the “dont know where this is box” at the depot.

    Being Epsom I had hoped for Petula Clark or Jimmy Page but not to be. Notwithstanding the rain and push bikes and hours, it was a coveted job, I looked forward to my 3 weeks , the payment of nearly 30 pounds and the guys at the depot who were all cool and usually funny.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I was a sorter, always a sorter. I worked 12 to 12 at Christmas time. I was exhausted, so many Christmas cards!

      Most of us just sorted the general board which directed mail to another more specific board. I was quick and could sort a variety of boards so I was moved all over. That kept me from being bored. They even offered to hire me full time but I figured I’d finish my senior year in college instead.

      There were no famous people picking up mail.

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