Rules Are Rules, Dammit

That was my dump find today. It's a plant stand, and it's tiny. Only about two and a half feet tall or so. But it's cute. Not a thing wrong with it. So I brought it home and sent a picture to my kids. Lily really loves it so I'm going to pass it on to her. Meanwhile, it's sitting on the porch which I imagine is where the black dog is, trying to slip into the house to torment me. 
I am not of sound mind right now. I'm stumbling along though, doing my best. I've suffered much worse than this and that's for sure. 
Fucking depression. It so often starts when kids are young. Mine did and I had no idea what was going on. I watched my mother go through her own depressions and she had no idea what was going on with her. Times were different but I am sure that often things are the same. People do not realize they are suffering from a very real and treatable mental disorder, a disease, in fact, and that it affects every aspect of the life of anyone who has it. Also, unfortunately, the lives of those around them, who often love them the most. 
Well. 
I got a few things done around here this morning and early afternoon. Not much. I find it extremely hard to be motivated to do anything when I'm feeling like this. But I went to town this afternoon. I had a few things I needed to pick up and also, I wanted to look at purses at TJ Maxx. 
One of the things I'm feeling right now is that I am not good at being kind to myself. I love purses to the point of ridiculousness but unlike in my younger days, I do not buy new ones very often. And I am very particular and very picky about what I need in a purse. The one I use now fills all my purse requirements but I've never liked the color of the leather and yes, that's ridiculous but so what? So I stopped at TJ's before I went to Publix and there were no purses for me and I wandered around the store for awhile looking at stuff and they had some nice things including some reasonably priced Talavera planters but my stupid head just kept saying, "What's the point? What in the world is the point?" and I walked out with nothing. 
There's a Trader Joe's right next door and so I went there. So many people love Trader Joe's and I've just never really understood the appeal but I walked the aisles, a distraction, and I got some goat cheese and some feta cheese and a bag of pretzels. 
And then I went to Publix where I visited with Lily for awhile. Since she's moved to the liquor store she has more time to chat with her mama. If she's got everything shelved and stored and done all that she's supposed to do and there are no customers, we can talk. Which is so nice. Just for a few minutes. 

And now I'm home and that was that but I've forgotten to talk about my experience in the post office today. I went in to check my box and damn if there wasn't more of that Christian literature on the counter.

 I.Was. Not. Having. It.

The postmistress was in and we said hello to each other and then I went into my rant about how nothing but US Postal Service materials were supposed to be on that counter and I actually stood there and read out loud the part of the rules that are posted under glass on the wall concerning this very issue. I was almost shaking by the time I was done. I knew full well that this woman was probably a church-goer herself and I did not want to offend her but it is her job to follow these rules. I was not loud or sharp. I tried very hard to just point out the facts, as posted by the US Postal Service.
This was our new postmistress. She goes by the name of "T". She didn't even know the books were there because she stays in the back and waits on customers through what used to be the ticket master's window when the post office was a train station. And she remained totally cool and polite and didn't seem offended at all. I brought her the books and handed them over and she said as she looked through them, "I might take this one." 
I said, "That's great! And if someone had come into the post office with these books and asked you if you wanted any and gave you some, that would be fine but they left them here and that is not legal."
Finally, I tried to tie up all the loose ends by saying, "Look, this is my pet peeve and honestly, I'm just a bitch."This caused Ms. T to laugh and laugh. "I remember you!" she said. "You wear the overalls!" 
"Yes," I said. "I am the bitch who wears the overalls," and the waters became calm again, all was well and peace was restored. 
Thank god for humor.

Having single-handedly saved Lloyd from the Caped Christian Literature Crusader, I will now go cook our supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon