And here we have the US mailman, having finally made it back to his den, where he can hide from society until the next day and he’s driven back into the wild to bring correspondence and advertisements to the masses again. I’d rather be writing, but until publication happens, I still have to feed the family somehow.
I am a postal worker. It’s my primary career while I work on my writing and, when the fancy takes me, learning a new trade skill. You’d think that when I’m off-duty, I’d avoid everything to do with the USPS.
But you’d be wrong, in a depressing but hilarious way.
That is a computer game called “Lake”. It’s a postal worker simulator, and my God, it is so relaxing. I’m tempted to stream it while playing and go over points about delivery and the postal process during (I have some complaints about what the carrier does, but then again, I’m a Union man and she’s a computer character so I don’t know if I should defend her career) but really, I just like to drive around this tiny town with easy and simple routes.
It’s very calming, and I wonder if I have a problem.
It’s storming outside. Indy wants to be let outside to bark at the rain.
You’d think he’d go out there to pee, but no, it’s just to bark for a minute and then come back inside. So, he’s not going out there until he needs to pee.
Parade day! In Baton Rouge to celebrate a holiday the only way folks in Louisiana know how: floats, crowds, and beads thrown as hard as possible at heads.
This kid. Man, but he loves anything mechanical. It took a while before he finally got distracted enough to leave the boat exhibit.
Hannah wanted to climb the book tower. She needed Dad to climb up with her. I almost got a good photo of her standing on the lower level, but she moved. Now we have a photo of my feet and I’m going to claim I did it for artistic purposes.
Sorry for the poor quality. Spotted this guy on my way in to the post office. I’m not sure if that’s a broad-winged hawk or a red-tail hawk, but it looks like my office is its hunting grounds.
Morning photos in Louisiana can be damned difficult. For once, I had decent enough elevation to catch this cloud formation and not be swarmed by trees in a flood plain.
Slowly learning photography. I don’t think I’ll develop a lot of skill in it, but it’s becoming a fun hobby.
I did have a plan. I was going to write after work and when everyone else was abed. I had notes from the day-job that I really wanted to explore and implement. Unfortunately, I was distracted by a project I had previously obsessed over and my nighttime writing window is closing. I need to get to bed.
As contrition, take a look at some of the cats on my route! They like talking to the mailman.
Enjoy!
-JB Swift
I’ve accepted that any animal living with me will be a weirdo, but Korra has a particular oddness. She hates getting pets unless it’s done by a foot. At this point, I just roll with it.
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