The post age.
The idea of having a door slot instead of a mailbox used to always intrigue me. I've always lived in a place that had a mailbox, either one just outside the house or one in the campus mailroom . So having the mail delivered past your door and into your home was--not a luxury, since it's not like bills are made of candy--convenient.
There is a mail slot in the front door of the house in which I'm currently living and the honeymoon period of the mail slot is over. I've seen it coming for a while now, with the confusion of seeing mail spilled all over the floor upon coming back from class. Plus the lack of somewhere to place outgoing mail is a bother. But the thing that did it was the crumpled box of checks. I didn't pull them out of the maw of the door myself--they were waiting for me on the coffee table--but I could see the signs of what happened on the plastic wrapper. The evidence of being pushed through the mail slot was clear. All I could do was shake my head in concession.
Although, I bet I could find a cute basket to bring some of that spice back.
Classes are going well, I'm starting to get better at recognizing architectural styles. There is a research paper I've started about energy efficiency/environmentalism and it's affect on Preservation. I have a title for it: Green and Greene. It's my little bit of a shoutout to SoCal. But I need a subtitle, and I'd imagine that a thesis statement would help too. Midterms are next week, which is that much sooner than normal thanks to the quarter system.
There is a mail slot in the front door of the house in which I'm currently living and the honeymoon period of the mail slot is over. I've seen it coming for a while now, with the confusion of seeing mail spilled all over the floor upon coming back from class. Plus the lack of somewhere to place outgoing mail is a bother. But the thing that did it was the crumpled box of checks. I didn't pull them out of the maw of the door myself--they were waiting for me on the coffee table--but I could see the signs of what happened on the plastic wrapper. The evidence of being pushed through the mail slot was clear. All I could do was shake my head in concession.
Although, I bet I could find a cute basket to bring some of that spice back.
Classes are going well, I'm starting to get better at recognizing architectural styles. There is a research paper I've started about energy efficiency/environmentalism and it's affect on Preservation. I have a title for it: Green and Greene. It's my little bit of a shoutout to SoCal. But I need a subtitle, and I'd imagine that a thesis statement would help too. Midterms are next week, which is that much sooner than normal thanks to the quarter system.