the post office and I have a love-hate relationship.

Seriously.

They’ve twice now completely destroyed art I was shipping. They have lost a package by sending it to the wrong town. and yet-

The woman at the local PO helps me. I have no idea how to even guess what mailing things will cost, so I go in there, and I pick her brain. She’s always busy and yet she always explains everything to me.

I’ve become a lot more organized because of her.

Living in a small town has its advantages. I go to the store, they know both my cigarette brand and whether I got coffee or tea. They pet my dog, and say hello. I don’t live right in town so I don’t have anyone intruding on me or involved in my daily life, so I pretty much have it easy here.

Off to the post office site now to write a rave review for my shipping guru.

(pictured: naked mole rat sculpture I am making for a friend, stage one)