I woke up in the nastiest mood today. Just angry and depressed and my anger wasn't directed at anything but I was almost crackling with it. Everything pissed me off. I'd sweep a floor and then five minutes later there would be dirt and leaves on it and I'd want to scream when this is actually the way it always is and will ever be. So what?
And part of it of course is the fact that this IS the way it is and will ever be. What's the point of anything? There is always more dirt and there are always more leaves and so on into infinity.
I walked down to the post office and while I was waiting outside for the two, TWO customers in it to leave, I took that picture. I certainly can't blame my mood on the day, can I? So pretty. Warm but not hot, pretty blue skies with a few sweet, puffy clouds. I don't think I'd ever noticed the chimney on top of the building before but of course when it was a train station there had to have been a woodstove in the waiting room for heat in the winter. It was built long before electricity made its way to Lloyd.
This was taped to the counter in front of the customer service window. So, if you're this side of Tallahassee and need Christmas stamps, you know where to go.
I went to the dump place with my bag of trash from yesterday's clean-out and someone had left quite a few things on the side of the dumpsters where people set things that are too good to throw away and that someone might be able to use. You're not supposed to do this but we all do. A rug caught my eye, tangled up in some other stuff and I checked it out. It was actually a hall-runner, and a nice one. Woven wool and a pretty design. Not dirty although it had some dog hair and hell- why not? I brought it home. It's not even stinky. No stains. I hung it on the fence for some airing.