Himself: Worked hard. Got up and down more. He was properly wrecked by the end of the day.
Herself:
Reached out. That’s so hard
sometimes. And too, only one note out of
a crowd of visitors yesterday. I’m
underwowed.
Reading:
Not enthused. I think I will
reread an old one while watching the Olympics.
Balance:
Getting small things done.
Small things were my triumph yesterday.
I got a hole patched in my gauzy dress. The mountain of from-the-store underwear and
socks were taken to the nearest Presbyterian Urban group. Delivered into the terrifying hands of the
dragon that man’s their front desk, actually.
"It's the Underwear Lady," I call out. We
laugh together, and I tell her I don't' know what else to call myself.
The geezer packed and I took to the Post Office, one giant
box of foods and goodies suggested by Bonnie for grandson Aaron. By myself, I would never have thought of chap
stick or sunscreen. I’m such a neophyte
at this, I also forgot the custom forms.
I brought home several fresh customs forms so they can be filled out
here. In the mean time, when faced with
collapse, being an old hippie, I punted.
Punting isn’t exactly lying.
It’s saying I have ten cans of food when who knows how many are in the
box. I did remember the chap stick and
the sunscreen. I only remembered the
Jolly Ranchers at the last moment.
Loose, Jolly Ranchers make great packing material in boxes
to Afghanistan. They are wonderful small things, to my mind.
Popped corn -- without salt or butter! -- makes great packing material for a "care" package. I was in college in Connecticut and received a package of homemade cookies and similar goodies, all the way from California, all cushioned by the popcorn, which tasted good too.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know underwear could be donated to charity. Mine usually ends up in the trash or ragbag, depending. Dianne
ReplyDeleteThings I never thought of. Jolly Ranchers. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI understand that shampoo in tubes and other toiletries make a nice package. Maybe small games that can fit in a pocket to while away tme?
ReplyDeleteWhen my daughter tried to mail canned food to her friend in Iraq, the box was opened up at the post office. The clerk took out the spam and vienna sausages, because Iraq forbids pork.
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