The Mailbox
Jason said his parents made their old mailbox into a bed for the cat. They have outside cats.
Yesterday, I was driving home from work and I was thinking about this Goucher survey that I got in the mail a month ago. I couldn't fill it out. I was embarrassed that I didn't have a job and that I was temping. I didn't want anyone to know at Goucher that I hadn't yet excelled to some awesome occupation. (I understand that this is ridiculous.)"I would really like to take that survey now," I thought to myself sort of snidely and smug as I drove past the trolley tracks on falls road. When I arrived home there it was in my mailbox in a lime green folder, The office of institutional research is persistent. I said "booyah" out loud when my salary wasn't the lowest one on the list.
The mail yesterday was really exciting all together. I got two letters in the mail yesterday. It's either a drought or a flood with that mailbox of mine. The first was a piece of cardboard mailed to me by my favorite (and only) penpal, Alex. I've never told you about Alex, internet, but he and I recently realized that we are on our 8th year of friendship founded through mostly letters, emails, and postcards. Do you have a penpal? You have to be particularly well paired with a penpal if you intend to keep 'em for a while. Alex and I don't mind when the other is too busy to write back and keep each other entertained without talking about the day to day. We try not to spend too much time catching up with each other about what happened in the few weeks that we didn't have correspondence and just sort of pick up where we left off. This is a quality I like in all of my friends.
For example, Emily and I got to hang out this past weekend. Emily and I have been talking about hanging out for about 5 years now. Every time we run into Each other, you do that thing where you give each other your phone number and nod a lot but never really call. But when we finally did hang out: it was like we always had been. You know?
Oh another funny thing about my postcard letter from Alex is that it made Jason get faux-angry. Here is one of the hilarious heckling things he did: He said "Do you want to have a barbecue tonight?" "steak?" I asked. "No," he replied and pointed in my hands "your boyfriend's letter." hahahha. That guy.
okay, so back to the mailbox: I got a long awaited letter from my friend Sarah. Sarah has been living in the woods since May working on trails for the California Conservation Corps. She is 30 miles from any road moving 300lbs rocks to form steps and things. She uses this thing called a "rock bar" to move them...or I think its' called a rock bar, because I remember thinking of Rock Bar, like Rock and Roll Bar...like a guy with long hair and a fender and a bunch of people with coronas, watching.
Anyway, I was getting worried that she didn't get my letters, because there was a while where I was sending them almost every other day. She probably got them all in a lump, instead of one at a time. I'm sure the candy bars melted. They bring Sarah mail once a week on mule. So I never can tell if there is enough time to send her things before she will be out of the woods. You know?
That's it, I guess. A wonderful mail box. Oh! And yesterday I had a half-priced burrito.
Jason said his parents made their old mailbox into a bed for the cat. They have outside cats.
Yesterday, I was driving home from work and I was thinking about this Goucher survey that I got in the mail a month ago. I couldn't fill it out. I was embarrassed that I didn't have a job and that I was temping. I didn't want anyone to know at Goucher that I hadn't yet excelled to some awesome occupation. (I understand that this is ridiculous.)"I would really like to take that survey now," I thought to myself sort of snidely and smug as I drove past the trolley tracks on falls road. When I arrived home there it was in my mailbox in a lime green folder, The office of institutional research is persistent. I said "booyah" out loud when my salary wasn't the lowest one on the list.
The mail yesterday was really exciting all together. I got two letters in the mail yesterday. It's either a drought or a flood with that mailbox of mine. The first was a piece of cardboard mailed to me by my favorite (and only) penpal, Alex. I've never told you about Alex, internet, but he and I recently realized that we are on our 8th year of friendship founded through mostly letters, emails, and postcards. Do you have a penpal? You have to be particularly well paired with a penpal if you intend to keep 'em for a while. Alex and I don't mind when the other is too busy to write back and keep each other entertained without talking about the day to day. We try not to spend too much time catching up with each other about what happened in the few weeks that we didn't have correspondence and just sort of pick up where we left off. This is a quality I like in all of my friends.
For example, Emily and I got to hang out this past weekend. Emily and I have been talking about hanging out for about 5 years now. Every time we run into Each other, you do that thing where you give each other your phone number and nod a lot but never really call. But when we finally did hang out: it was like we always had been. You know?
Oh another funny thing about my postcard letter from Alex is that it made Jason get faux-angry. Here is one of the hilarious heckling things he did: He said "Do you want to have a barbecue tonight?" "steak?" I asked. "No," he replied and pointed in my hands "your boyfriend's letter." hahahha. That guy.
okay, so back to the mailbox: I got a long awaited letter from my friend Sarah. Sarah has been living in the woods since May working on trails for the California Conservation Corps. She is 30 miles from any road moving 300lbs rocks to form steps and things. She uses this thing called a "rock bar" to move them...or I think its' called a rock bar, because I remember thinking of Rock Bar, like Rock and Roll Bar...like a guy with long hair and a fender and a bunch of people with coronas, watching.
Anyway, I was getting worried that she didn't get my letters, because there was a while where I was sending them almost every other day. She probably got them all in a lump, instead of one at a time. I'm sure the candy bars melted. They bring Sarah mail once a week on mule. So I never can tell if there is enough time to send her things before she will be out of the woods. You know?
That's it, I guess. A wonderful mail box. Oh! And yesterday I had a half-priced burrito.
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