When the days run together in endless succession and the news isn't always good, there's something inherently therapeutic about digging in the dirt! This morning I made up a bunch of my own potting mix from a blend of garden soil, peat moss and vermiculite and set my sights on getting annuals potted up for the porches and patio. I felt so good to take control of outside beautification through hard, physical labor. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and I was tired and dirty when I was finished but oh, so satisfied! I didn't even get a shower until after lunch, in time to make a quick a dash to the Post Office.
The demand by friends and family for face masks doesn't end. Every day this week I've either shipped off or delivered masks. The newest batch will be sent in tomorrow morning's mail. I have found that everything goes quicker with the process if I cut and prepare all the ties first, then I can sit and sew assembly-line style. I'm making a HUGE dent in my batik stash.
Adapting to life in an upside down 🙃 world: The little Post Office where I live has hung a clear, vinyl shower curtain across the service counter. One can see the postal clerks behind the curtain but they're completely protected from the public on the other side. Parcels are slid beneath the edge and the receipt and tracking number are returned the same way. I still wipe everything down with my Purel wipes, even my steering wheel when I get back inside the car, before I pull away. Stay safe and healthy, my friends. Wash your hands. 🧼
"The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous man runs into it and is safe."
-Proverbs 18:10
Life is Good!
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