If the package is too big, just balance it on top of the mailbox? Never mind that it could fall into the ditch or get rained on or be stolen by the next car that drives by! Or that I might be gone for three or four days and this would advertise my absence and again invite theft. Apparently the 10 yard walk to my front porch is just too strenuous for this particular jeep jockey. And this is not the first time this has happened. And so, I called and lodged a complaint yesterday. Which means that from now on I'll probably receive the postal service equivalent of a bad waiter spitting in soup I ask to be reheated. I may never see my mail again. Sigh...
(Perhaps the dying vine and peeling paint on my sorely neglected mailbox made him think I wouldn't mind if my package were damaged or stolen?)
Inside the package was a book for my sister for Christmas and something else for me. (Because, you know, you get free shipping if your total purchases exceed a certain amount. Ahem.)
Anyway, this is the something for me:
Something else to tackle in the New Year, because it'll probably be 2006 before I ever finish this.
Last night I went to my friend Linda's house for an annual Christmas dinner for four of us who call ourselves the "Babe Chix". We're what is known as a "reunion group" and have been meeting (or trying to meet) weekly, off-and-on, in one form or another, with various members, since 1989, since the very early stages of the Richmond Emmaus community. I've not been very active for the past few years, but I still like seeing my dear friends when I can, when I'm in town.
We had a wonderful evening together and exchanged gifts. The most unusually-shaped gift was a bird feeder Linda & her husband made for each of us, which I just love. Here's a picture of it in action:
(and no, I still haven't raked. I guess it's about time, huh?)
I gave each lady a handknit scarf. I didn't have the forethought to take a picture of them wearing said scarves (duh). But Linda received this, Nancy this, and Myrna this. They seemed to like them, which is all a knitter can ask for! And frankly, it wouldn't matter if they hated them and never wore them -- I still loved making them. :-)