this is my Post Office. it's where i go when something is too big to put in the 16 box Neighborhood Box Unit that is at the end of the road. how it's done in rural areas where there is no home to home delivery. i get a little slip in the keyed box that tells me i have a package. the hours have been cut in half. sometimes it takes me a while to get there.
just inside the door
Our beauty Full new Postmistress. when they cut the hours, Debbie, our forever postmistress went to work in Reserve, NM so she could have full time hours. and now we have a new person. i forget her name. i'll find out and remember this time. i told her this morning that i'd like to put her picture here so people can see who receives their packages. you can see, at the back of the pic, bottom right, the shelf where the package waits for me. and you can see, by her face, how people ARE, here. Open. Good. Glad. sometimes her daughter comes to work with her. sometimes her daughter's friend too. they do stuff outside on the cement infront of the P.O. because it's the only place where there is cement anywhere around. once, someone brought their kids with pogo sticks because of this.
isn't she just Glowy????? her name is something like Ikea. i'll find out for sure. it's important.
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