Susie has departed for Rock ‘N Roll Girls’ Camp in the Hocking Hills, so it’ll be just Steph and me for the next 10 days. Our friend Anne took Susie down to the camp this afternoon. Steph rode along, and I stayed behind in Columbus–although I do plan to ride along for Susie’s return trip. Susie’s been very excited, especially during the clothes-buying and packing.
After church, and after Anne, Steph, and Susie had departed, I caught the southbound bus and headed toward the Ohio State campus. I left in too much of a hurry. I did bring along my laptop, but I forgot my backpack, which means no library book, no diary, and no typewritten manuscript which I’ve been slowly (very slowly) typing up in Word. Once I got to Kafe Kerouac (which is where I am now), I thought that maybe forgetting all the aforementioned things was a subtle hint that maybe I should write in the blog.
I take my first cost-saving day tomorrow. Stated otherwise, I am playing hooky tomorrow morning with the full blessings of Ted Strickland and the Department of Administrative Services. I am going to sleep in (until about 8 a.m.–I shudder when I think that 8 a.m. is "sleeping late"), and then my friend Jacques Angelino and I are headed southeasterly into the wilds of Athens County, bringing food and school supplies (and our labor) to the Feed My Sheep food pantry in Mineral. (I wrote about the food pantry in an entry earlier this year.) I had planned to go down on Memorial Day weekend, but Ray Ogburn, the pastor and director of Feed My Sheep (and Faith Believers’ Ministry) had a family emergency, so the pantry wasn’t open that day. Jacques is coming to pick me up at 10 a.m.
As I was logging onto LiveJournal, Steph phoned me, en route back from Susie’s camp. She and some of her friends are going out for mojitos at a Mexican restaurant near Worthington, so I’m not in a hurry to depart from this place.
Yesterday was my third week delivering The Bag. As always, the walking part is enjoyable, although I will probably retract that statement the first time it snows. The worst part is stuffing all the bags and getting all the flyers organized. This is never fun in the first place, but this week it was even more burdensome because of a very long cardboard ad for a pizza restaurant. The flyer is made of cardboard and is purposely longer than the bag, so that the pizza flyer projects from The Bag once I leave it on the doorstep. Adding these pizza flyers made the stuffing take twice as long as normal. I am sure that when an advertiser encloses samples–such as soap or deodorant or shampoo–in some future Bags, that will go much easier.
I can’t complain about the delivery itself. There haven’t been any hostile people on the route, I haven’t encountered any vicious dogs, and I am learning the odd layout of the streets west of Indianola and east of the train tracks. The deadline for delivery is Sunday at 12 noon, but, since I like going to church, I finish usually in the middle of Saturday afternoon.
What I remind myself regarding safety is what I heard at orientation when I was a clerk at the main post office in Cincinnati. The supervisors told the carriers that if they felt unsafe at an address, they did not have to deliver it. (Someone asked, "What’s an unsafe situation?" His reply wasn’t all that helpful: "If you round the corner and there’s a big mob waving baseball bats and guns and shouting, ‘Kill the mailman!’, you don’t have to deliver there.")
On Thursday night, I finally filled the prescription that my doctor gave me for this dry cough that has hung on for at least six weeks. Four pills a day, and so far it doesn’t seem to be doing a damn bit of good. I just have to remind myself not to take too deep a breath. (She listened to my chest and lungs–nothing there. No congestion, no rales, nada.) If the cough is always dry, we can pretty much rule out allergy.