By Elizabeth Prata
I’ve chosen to have my packages held at the Post Office rather than be delivered to my apartment. I don’t have an awning or a stoop or anything to protect the package from sun or rain, so my carrier suggested an alternative, hold at PO. Amazon emails me when a package has been delivered, hence my need to hop in the car and go to the PO. I also had a couple of bags of garbage to bring to the dump.
My trash pickup isn’t settled yet, and the package-at-the-post-office issue necessitate leaving my comfy digs and go into the world. I’m glad to go out in the morning when it’s cool. And what a morning! It was EXTRA cool, lovely and sunny! Wow, I was so jazzed.
I saw my carrier loading her car, poor gal! It’s two days after Amazon’s Prime Day, and her car looked like a giant Tetris tower of brown boxes loaded to the rafters. In the old days there was the Publisher’s Clearing House mailings, THE household name for decades of direct mail marketing. Now the mail carriers have Prime day to deal with. (And they manage so well, too! I’ve always had wonderful service from my carriers).
I used to work at the PO putting up Post Office box mail…I know how Newman feels.
It was a bit past the Golden Hour, when the sunshine makes everything look so golden upon rising for about an hour after peeking above the horizon, but the light was still velvety and rich without being eyeball-searingly bright. I was glad I’d grabbed my camera.
Here is what my journey the few miles to the PO and the transfer station looked like!
My place is on a border of a commercial and a residential zoning. When I open my door and step into the parking lot I look straight ahead to the back of a commercial building. To the left is a restaurant with a pickup truck lined parking lot and two dumpsters. To the right is a mobile home crowded with cars and kid toys on the lawn. But I don’t look at those. I look at the birds, the trees, the pond, the grass, and the skies. Your cup is either half full or half empty.