more normal than not

My sub left for maybe not so greener pastures….so I don’t have a sub right now.

I also don’t have any people who know my route who are available to run it.

So….basically….I quit days off.

Of course, management freaks out if I don’t take some time off….so, I get a day off when they start to freak out about why I’m working all the time.

If they could chain me up in the basement and bring me a pail of gruel every evening before I laid down on my straw pallet….and only let me out of the basement to case and run the mail around….I believe they’d do it.

My family would have to fill out a police report….and worry about me….until news surfaced of mysterious daily sightings up on Miller Mountain.

I think the USPS would treat me more like a slave if they could get away with it.

But they can’t.

Legally, they can’t.

Dylan is getting rid of his van.

He’s going to start sailing around.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFINGGGGGGGGGGGGG Dylan…..getting to do all this stuff.

You know though….”getting to do” is such a whiny cop-out.

“Doing” is the word.

I’m lucky to have a job.

It’s a good job.

I just want to have the feeling that I have some control over what happens in my life.

Even if I never lost control of that….I never want to feel like it’s disappeared somehow.

When you sign up to do a job, though, you agree to do your best to accommodate the needs of your employer.

So, I’m accommodating.

I need to get a good family road trip in before the summer is out….or….see some water come out of our (soon to be drilled) new well over at the property.

Maybe both would be nice.

I want it all.

I can still see the sky from my open basement window at the Postal Retention Facility.

I see the birds fill an endless sky….flying free….from the vantage point of my straw mattress….while I enjoy my USPS approved gruel.

It’s a big world.

GET ME A SUB!! QUICK!!

I don’t know what’s wrong with the Toyota that I’m using on the mail run…that I’m using right now because the Mail Jeep is messed up.

How many vehicles can be down at any one time?

Hopefully, not many more.

I’ll figure out all this stuff….but, for now, let’s look at some fish in a place I’d like to be.

Idaho!!

Why not go….to Idaho?

Look at the job these survey crews do….going around and checking on the fish!

Walking somewhere to check on fish sounds a lot more appealing than wondering if my truck is going to blow up when I’m miles from the Post Office.

What the heck, though?

I can fix it.

Someday soon, I will fix it.

But ,this morning, I will look at fish!

Fish! In Idaho!