The Continuing Saga of Mail Delivery
According to my residents, based on what they have given to me, I ought to get liquored up on foreign wine and eat chocolate, then go buy DVDs and eat out at nice places that serve healthy food. Which means at least some of them have seen me eat lunch on route. I did surprisingly well considering this is my first year on this route, which is a composite of former routes due to the route changes last year, and the prior carrier was a bit shit so I'm working against a deficit. This is what we get instead of over-time pay during December.
We had pot-luck Christmas celebration around brunch-time. Most everyone participated for a change so there was a ton of food. My experience with pot-lucks has often involved taking most if not all that I bring back home because people foolishly avoid eating things they don't recognize even if they might taste awesome. Most my golumpki disappeared though and hearing, "Zomg, you made those cabbage thingees? Those were really good!" was almost as good as positive feedback on a fic or pic.
Then we had to deliver mail and I had pineapple upside down cake (with caramelized brown sugar crust!) for dessert, which was about lunchtime. With a side of pulled pork. Trust me, they go together.
I have neglected to tell cat stories!
Near the house with the two half grown kittens, I saw the calico skulking through the bushes of a neighbor's house. I strolled along until she finally noticed me up the sidewalk. She froze. She did that half-belly omg should I run away? thing cats do. Then she wriggled her ears and sat down. I said "hi!" and a high pitched, rising tone. She talked back and we chatted (not that I claim to know what we discussed) for a moment. It's the first time either of the cats has made a peep at me, but I am apparently the New Best Friend.
Approaching the house where a little boy once informed me that: The dog is a boy dog and we had two cats, a girl cat and a boy cat but the girl cat died. So I presume the gray cat is the surviving boy cat. He likes it when I pet him whenever I deliver parcels there, which is rather often. So I'm two houses away and I see him take off running across the neighbor's yard toward his house. I reach his house, park to fetch out a parcel that needs a signature and what should I hear but a long plaintive meow, from where gray cat sits on the front stoop. I called back and he broke out into a string of warbly meows which roughly translate as, "Oh thank goodness! I thought I was going to miss you and ran all the way! It can be petting time now?"
We had pot-luck Christmas celebration around brunch-time. Most everyone participated for a change so there was a ton of food. My experience with pot-lucks has often involved taking most if not all that I bring back home because people foolishly avoid eating things they don't recognize even if they might taste awesome. Most my golumpki disappeared though and hearing, "Zomg, you made those cabbage thingees? Those were really good!" was almost as good as positive feedback on a fic or pic.
Then we had to deliver mail and I had pineapple upside down cake (with caramelized brown sugar crust!) for dessert, which was about lunchtime. With a side of pulled pork. Trust me, they go together.
I have neglected to tell cat stories!
Near the house with the two half grown kittens, I saw the calico skulking through the bushes of a neighbor's house. I strolled along until she finally noticed me up the sidewalk. She froze. She did that half-belly omg should I run away? thing cats do. Then she wriggled her ears and sat down. I said "hi!" and a high pitched, rising tone. She talked back and we chatted (not that I claim to know what we discussed) for a moment. It's the first time either of the cats has made a peep at me, but I am apparently the New Best Friend.
Approaching the house where a little boy once informed me that: The dog is a boy dog and we had two cats, a girl cat and a boy cat but the girl cat died. So I presume the gray cat is the surviving boy cat. He likes it when I pet him whenever I deliver parcels there, which is rather often. So I'm two houses away and I see him take off running across the neighbor's yard toward his house. I reach his house, park to fetch out a parcel that needs a signature and what should I hear but a long plaintive meow, from where gray cat sits on the front stoop. I called back and he broke out into a string of warbly meows which roughly translate as, "Oh thank goodness! I thought I was going to miss you and ran all the way! It can be petting time now?"