7th February 2023
I cancelled my flight this morning, I am optimistic that by May America will have sorted themselves out.
The disappointment is still with me, but I have to remain positive and focus ahead.
I had a few jobs to do on my own, but some involved Kelli. I had to take two packages to the Post office just down the road and I had to collect a package at the main Post Office in the town. Kelli had expected the delivery yesterday but it must have fallen down between the seat in the van, anyway it was traced, and I had to retrieve it.
I parked outside and walked inside. It was the same as any post office in the UK, manned by people who didn’t want to be there, hated the public, and ate a bit too much.
I went to the window the had a young black girl who didn’t fit the usual profile meaning she was friendly. I explained what I was there for, of course she asked for identification to check that my address matched the package.
I showed her all the identification I had and none had the address, anyway she asked me to write it on a scrap of paper, then she disappeared around the back hopefully to find the package.
After a bit of a wait, just enough to read every poster in the place, she returned, package in hand, my quest was complete.
I stopped off at an stationarys to buy a sketch pad. I have wanted one to draw up the kitchen doors, and as my laptop with CAD is in the cottage back in the UK. I will have to resort to the old fashion method of using pointed wooden sticks.
I got home to see a disaster. The television unit that Kelli decided to paint was all blotchy where either the stain, or wood tanin reacted with the primers. So the quick and dirty project has significantly changed into a rescue mission.
Another Lifetime to go 