Estragon and Vladimir Mail a Package
I went outside down to the east drive to wait for the postal van. It
comes MWF and is here from 2:45 to 3:15. I had a package to send to
my niece.
It wasn't there yet, so I took a seat to wait. It is a truly gorgeous
day here. I guessed the temperature to be in the low-mid 80's, not
humid, blue sky with puffy clouds. When I sat in the shade, the air
had that exact temperature where you can't feel it. When you have no
sensation of it being cooler than your skin or hotter. I started to
wonder what temperature that was. Stood to reason it'd be the same
temperature as your exterior skin. I resolved to look that up when I
got inside.
[Note...I have now looked it up. Seems the average exterior surface
skin temp is 89.6, and according to weather.com the current Columbus
temperature is 84 (good guess on me). So either my skin is cooler
(which would make some sense given my extra insulation) or it's warmer
here than TWC thinks it is, although I seriously doubt it's near 90]
I looked around the yard, just pondering. This part of the campus is
always populated because it's one of the designated smoking areas. A
co-worker came out and stood near me, looking out towards the river.
He wasn't smoking. He was holding a thermal mug from which he'd sip,
then pop the lid and peek inside, the reseal the lid, then sip again.
Lather, rinse, repeat. After about fifteen minutes of this, he left.
Hmm. If he just wanted some fresh air, why didn't he sit? If he
didn't want to sit, why didn't he walk, as so many do, on the one-mile
walking path that circumnavigates our campus? It was a little weird
how he just stood there.
I thought about the carpooling idea I have for CAS and wondered how I
might implement it, and who I should talk to about it.
I noted with wonder the extreme shininess of the bright-red brand-new
paint job on a nearby fire hydrant. I didn't think they actually
painted them red anymore, most of the ones I see are yellow.
In an effort to...I don't know, get people off their butts, or
something, CAS had put out some informal lawn-game type equipment on
the yard near where I was sitting. Some lawn darts and volleyball
nets and such. Nobody was currently partaking. I wondered if anyone
had. The volleyball nets looked weird placed smack dab in the middle
of the lawn, with no lines to define a court. They looked kind of
small and sad in the gargantuan section of lawn they occupied.
The postal van never came.
I went back into the building, contemplating where I ought to take my
package instead, but glad to have spent some time outdoors on such a
nice day, when I don't even have a window in my office. I stopped at
the security kiosk to ask what had become of the postal van.
"Oh. They're discontinuing it."
comes MWF and is here from 2:45 to 3:15. I had a package to send to
my niece.
It wasn't there yet, so I took a seat to wait. It is a truly gorgeous
day here. I guessed the temperature to be in the low-mid 80's, not
humid, blue sky with puffy clouds. When I sat in the shade, the air
had that exact temperature where you can't feel it. When you have no
sensation of it being cooler than your skin or hotter. I started to
wonder what temperature that was. Stood to reason it'd be the same
temperature as your exterior skin. I resolved to look that up when I
got inside.
[Note...I have now looked it up. Seems the average exterior surface
skin temp is 89.6, and according to weather.com the current Columbus
temperature is 84 (good guess on me). So either my skin is cooler
(which would make some sense given my extra insulation) or it's warmer
here than TWC thinks it is, although I seriously doubt it's near 90]
I looked around the yard, just pondering. This part of the campus is
always populated because it's one of the designated smoking areas. A
co-worker came out and stood near me, looking out towards the river.
He wasn't smoking. He was holding a thermal mug from which he'd sip,
then pop the lid and peek inside, the reseal the lid, then sip again.
Lather, rinse, repeat. After about fifteen minutes of this, he left.
Hmm. If he just wanted some fresh air, why didn't he sit? If he
didn't want to sit, why didn't he walk, as so many do, on the one-mile
walking path that circumnavigates our campus? It was a little weird
how he just stood there.
I thought about the carpooling idea I have for CAS and wondered how I
might implement it, and who I should talk to about it.
I noted with wonder the extreme shininess of the bright-red brand-new
paint job on a nearby fire hydrant. I didn't think they actually
painted them red anymore, most of the ones I see are yellow.
In an effort to...I don't know, get people off their butts, or
something, CAS had put out some informal lawn-game type equipment on
the yard near where I was sitting. Some lawn darts and volleyball
nets and such. Nobody was currently partaking. I wondered if anyone
had. The volleyball nets looked weird placed smack dab in the middle
of the lawn, with no lines to define a court. They looked kind of
small and sad in the gargantuan section of lawn they occupied.
The postal van never came.
I went back into the building, contemplating where I ought to take my
package instead, but glad to have spent some time outdoors on such a
nice day, when I don't even have a window in my office. I stopped at
the security kiosk to ask what had become of the postal van.
"Oh. They're discontinuing it."