Waiting outside of the post office this morning at 8:58, waiting for it to open at 9:00, a man approached with his package. Read the sign, sighed heavily, stood behind me.
At 9:01 he announced that it was 9:01.
9:03 a woman with her letter joined us. "Isn't it after nine?"
"Is anyone in there?!" he asked.
I looked through the window, "There's a light on in the back." I knocked politely on the door. (In the past, the regular postal worker has said that sometimes she gets so busy that she forgets to open the door.) Nothing happened.
9:05- The man approached the door and banged on it. Woman and I raised our eyebrows. Yelling something about google reviews he stormed off. Woman and I looked at each other, more eyebrows.
"The post office has a lot going on right now," I said to the woman. "We don't have a regular mail carrier right now. We seem to only get deliveries every other day now, after 7:00pm. They're just doing the best they can." She agreed, pointing to the "Help Wanted" sign on the door.
9:08- A postal worker (not the usual one), scurrying, keys in hand, opened the door and held it open for us.
We told her to take her time.
I have poked away at these stars off and on for two days. Looking for something in them? Answers? Hope? A path An escape?
Liz saw a pendulum. That feint pink line--- all of it hanging by a sketchy thread. Will it swing back? Crashing everything in its wake? Or is it secure? Swirling in the sky, sharing its light?
I think I need to make some boats.
