And then noodled.
Which reminds me — I had such an unpleasant experience at the Highlands post office yesterday — an encounter with a woman who just could not abide by the stickers on the floor. She was so weird about it. There was a glass entry door between her sticker and mine. After pushing past me to grab an envelope that she could have easily grabbed three minutes later when the line moved forward, she propped the door open on her hip, and stood there. Humming. She was three feet from me. It was senseless, aggressive rule-breaking. That’s when I shrieked that she wasn’t wearing a mask and I might’ve called her a fucking bitch. She slunk back and let the door close but couldn’t resist giving me a hostile Queen’s wave later out on the street. That’s when it occurred to me that she might be mentally ill.
Did I mention that covering her lower face was a single layer of some crap polyester organza? Not even a bandana!
Telling K about it later, I had to remind him that the stranger was the aggressive one and not me.
Ah well. Off to try felting up a fox head to go with the pretty orange silk party skirt on my mantel.
PS I meant to make the MAIL story include a delightful ornament gift from Nancy. Got distracted by grievance, I guess.
So let me end with gratitude. How glorious the gift that comes in the mail and surprises you. Thank you Nancy!