Thursday, May 6, 2010
A Day at the Post Office.
Main Street, on the way from the post office where I pick up mail once a week or so. If you blink, you miss Port Orford.
We could spend hours catching up with people at the post office. You find out who died, who is being visited by whom, how many speeding tickets were handed out last week.
Did you know about those women on the beach?
No. What happened?
They got caught in a sneaker wave and pulled out to sea.
They found one. They're looking for the other. Both elderly. One lives right by you.
Who? Her? She's local. She should have known about the waves.
I share: we are redoing two bathrooms.
What? Didn't you remodel five years ago? Yes. Now, one of them has had a leak that caused a major problem and...
And the other one?
It never got remodeled. So...
Poor us, I go. All these expenses at a time when the house is worth less than we paid for it. Yeah!
What happened to that teacher at your school?
So, you are not cooking with all that mess at your house?
I'm cooking. I'm sick of cooking three hot meals a day; but, if I don't, we eat junk.
I saw you the other day at Crazy's.
I shouldn't have fish and chips. No. But I just can't resist it.
How are they doing?
They are now open again all week.
Are you still in Bandon's Writers' Group?
Yes. On Mondays. You write also, yes?
I used to. Well, gotta go. I have to run to Coos.
We were there yesterday to order tiles.
Tiles? Where are you putting tiles?
In the bathrooms!
Oh. Well. Give my best to your husband.
Great! See you!
Life, Death, Remodeling, Food, Hobbies, Other Neighbors: Enough news for a week.