So, there have been multiple days we haven’t had our mail delivered this winter. No notice or anything. Turns out they are not doing their walking routes during inclement weather. Like back in January when it was in the single digits for a few days. And yesterday when the sidewalks were sheets of ice. To confuse matters further, we also didn’t get mail the day of Jimmy Carter’s funeral, which I didn’t expect but should have.

I am not complaining about this. I know the old saying about rain, hail, sleet, and gloom of night, etc. But. I don’t want postal workers to risk their lives delivering piles of catalogs and spam. And believe me, when the sidewalks are sheets of ice, those folks are definitely risking their lives. We are diligently salting our sidewalk and driveway but there are recalcitrant patches of ice that refuse to go away (due to weird micro-climates, mostly). The streets are fine (or were until it started snowing this afternoon). Most days, our mail goes directly into the recycle cart without coming inside the Landfill. I bet way back when that unattributable saying was coined, there were many people who didn’t *get* mail every day, making it a lot easier on postal workers. To be totally truthful, *we* don’t even get as much spam snail mail as we used to but there’s enough that a postal worker has to interact with our mailbox on most days.

The Twinz of Terror and Lizard Breath are at Tahquamenon this weekend. I hope the twinz are not Trumping my “baby” too much but she can take care of herself. They have been sending pics to our group text (our nuclear family of four and our Pengo). I had to post (again) this ancient photo of The Commander, me, and my cute (late) little bro. Pengo’s dad. He was born when I was 3-1/2 and although I was anticipating him with some excitement, his birth also threw my nose totally out of joint. I mean, I was a “little princess” up until then. He became the talk of the town and old ladies who used to dote on me would always exclaim over his beautiful eyelashes. That totally cracks me up now. What did I care what those smelly old ladies thought anyway? And although those old ladies were cooing over a cute baby, they were also expressing relief that he lived and was healthy despite being born with deadly Rh-negative issues.

Anyway, my brother and I had a pretty typical sibling relationship but the bottom line was that we loved each other and our arguments were short-lived. I will never forget that every time (as an adult and mom) I drove into his driveway in the POC (minivan), he would meet me out there with a tire pump 🤣 He was a GMC automotive engineer and life-long car nut.

Done for now. Love y’all, KW

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