A Post on a Postal Outing

The Stern Grove picnic/concert and the 5-7 gathering from 5-10 afterwards were so much fun that after cleaning up some of the mess afterwards and getting a little bit of sleep during the night, I fell behind in some other things like making a birthday card for a friend's July 21 celebration of her May 5th birthday.  So, even behind in my shooting of meals, I made a "better" card today as a quiz: " Which of the following dishes do you recognize as ones at gatherings you gave or attended?"  I also wrote to the beautiful young couple who are housing My Best Friend in Fifth Grade, coming up from S.C., and me, coming from Switzerland, where I'll have met Jutta and Alex Capus--to thank them for letting us to stay in the room otherwise reserved for their first baby, due in October, but mostly to express sympathy for the death of her father, who died unexpectely this month when he was only 62.  I had only Tito Puente postage stamps, but her father was a musician.  In the post office, I asked whether they had any beautiful stamps.  One postal worker frowned and said, "Are you kidding?" and I said, "I'll be you have only beautiful stamps."

"Why are you taking my lines?" he asked me.  "That's what I was going to say."

It was around 2:45 PM and as I was looking through their box of stamps, the disgrunted (just pretend) postal worker said, "We close at 5:00 PM, so you'll have to finish looking through it by then."

They warned me to take my purse before someone else took it, and the man who'd lost the opportunity said, "I didn't take it because it doesn't match my shoes."

On my way back home--a very warm and muggy (a two-week-old word for SF)--I saw neighbor James da Matteo, coming home from work, where he goes at 5:00 AM!  We talked about our summer plans but not about my post or my postal outing.