5:45 AM. There's a few inches of fresh snow on the deck. That's the way it looks from in here anyway. It's supposed to snow all day. They're calling for up to 8 inches.
I will leave for the mail trail early. It's less stressful when I can pull it off. The problem is words start flowing and it's hard to shut if off.
I look forward to a day off tomorrow. I also look forward to seeing the people I work with this morning. I could tell you about some of them, but I'm running out of time.
Screw it. I have a few minutes. I talked to a carrier yesterday that grew up near me. Guessing she's in her 60's. The house she grew up in went up for sale recently. I deliver mail to it. Her Dad was born in it and wanted to die in it. Guessing he was born sometime in the 40's. But he and his wife moved off the farm and in with one of his sons. So he didn't quite meet his goal. My oldest son is thinking about buying the place. So that's interesting.
I learned that in a short conversation while getting ready to pack my mail into my jeep yesterday. Real people real stories. Soul stories. Stories of the place I live in. Powerful. There's more to a mail route than meets the eye when you listen more than talk.
Ok. I promised myself I would leave earlier. I'm sticking to it. I hope you have a great day!
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