I have no idea what the postman's problem is, but every time I go to that office, he always has something to say to me. This week I mailed home some things for people, including some scarfs, and he had some opinions on that. At first he seemed happy that I was mailing things home to family and friends, but then when he asked me what was in the them, I got a frown and a lecture. I was mailing home a scarf for my mother when this happened:
Postman: "Oh a scarf for Mommy? Very nice......Chinese style?"
Me: "Um, I'm not sure, some are Chinese, some are not."
Postman: (Long pause where I am being judged) "Chinese style better"
Then I got a long drawn-out glare that made me want to run out of the post office in shame. Why, of all people, does the postman feel the need to judge me on what I send back home? Who put him in charge? I'm going to have to find a new post office now, where they don't judge me and glare at me.....
So other than my postal adventures, things are going pretty well here. My friend/former housemate was here for a visit and that was so much fun, even if going to Macau sucked. Its turning to spring here, and I think that I will spend the rest of my day outside reading. Heidi took me to a new yarn store, and I spent some money there, buying lots of yarn. My hostel kids are going to the finals of the inter-hostel debate competition, and I think that I have this job for another year! I'm also putting my summer plans together which should include, (hopefully), some traveling here, a visit with my grandparents in AZ, maybe Bonaroo Music Festival, and of course, working again. That's all the news from the homefront- I'm going to run out and enjoy the sunshine!
