Stay-cay Va-cay

11 days off in a row!

My office has a use-it-or-lose-it vacation policy, and my work anniversary is February 1.  I had two as yet unused vacation days.  So, it occurred to me that since my normal work week is now Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday, and today being a federal holiday for which my office is closed, if I took tomorrow and Wednesday as vacation days, I would have more than an entire week to do absolutely nothing.

So I did.

When I asked for the days off, my boss said, “Sure – you haven’t had a vacation in the three years you’ve worked here, have you?”  Well, no, unless you count the three months off during the state’s COVID-19 lockdown in March, April and May.  Otherwise, I only took a day here and there for medical appointments and the like (and, of course, when I fell down the steps on my way to work).

Isn’t it wonderful that even on a part-time job, I’m granted paid vacation time? I work for the best employers ever!

Porch before it was repainted. It wasn’t slippery then.

You wouldn’t think I’d need any vacation time on a three-day work week, would you?  But I’ve noticed over the last year or so that even three days is becoming a struggle, what with  my age and health.  And then there’s the weather.  Staying home for 11 days means that’s 11 days that I’m less likely to slide into another vehicle at a slippery intersection or to fall down my icy porch steps.

(BTW, to those who read me regularly:  you may be happy to know that we have now put rubber treads on those porch steps.  What a difference!)

There’s the added plus (or minus, depending on your viewpoint) of having the ability this week to watch all the news surrounding our Presidential inauguration and the aftermath of the recent Capitol riots.  Will there, in fact, be another attempted coup before or during the inauguration itself?  I’ll be safe at home, but glued to the TV and internet, so I’ll let you know.

(I did find it interesting, however- and a bit unnerving-  that the State Police chose this week to advise me that my pistol permit is due for re-certification.  Do they think I might be needing it?  Certainly hope not!)

History in the making.  Sometimes it’s good; sometimes it’s bad.  This year it’s a bit of both.

Other than lazing about, my only plans are to catch up on chores and maybe do some shopping.  Also, a much needed haircut – which, I admit, still makes me a bit nervous considering the upsurge in COVID-19 cases.  Is this pandemic ever going to end?

I know I’ve been remiss in both posting and photography.  Like many others, being house-bound except for work is definitely taking its toll on me.  I’ve been wracking my brain for post ideas, and nothing comes to me; the weather has made it too uncomfortable, and sometimes dangerous, to venture out to scenic locations.  Never mind that my body simply isn’t cooperating these days – a couple of weeks ago, I helped hubby lift something heavy into my vehicle and my knee gave out.  I couldn’t bend my left leg for three days!  And the pain was barely tolerable.  Fortunately, this happened on  a Thursday and I had already completed my work week, and happily, I can now walk more or less normally again.

It sucks getting old[er].

But Puppy  Cody is slowing down a bit, too, now that she’s “middle-aged” (for a dog).  It balances out nicely for us.

Just hanging around with Mom.

What part of “I don’t like my picture taken” don’t you understand, Mom?

OK, a toy makes it all better. Thanks, Mom.

Enjoy your week, folks.


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On the 1st day of 2021, I give you …

“Buffalo in Winter”

Because I can

Because I’m here.

Because you’re all still here.

Happy New Year, Everyone!

May 2021 be a kinder, simpler year.


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Christmas 2020

“Line of Communication”

We may be far apart and unable to get together this year, but we can still stay in touch with one another.

My family will be having a Zoom Christmas this year, rather than risk COVID-19 exposure by having a large in-person gathering.  I think it will be fun because it’s a different kind of Christmas.

Although, I must admit I miss having Christmas morning with small children.  While that has been the case ever since my own kids grew up and moved out, it somehow just seems different this year.  Puppy Cody will just have to take up the slack.

Mother Nature is cooperating with the COVID-19 guidelines for social distancing.  The ice/snow storm that hit overnight, and the additional snow that’s predicted to come in later today, may help to keep people in, at least I hope so.  It’s only one Christmas; next year things will be better.

Merry Christmas, Everyone!  Stay safe and healthy.


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‘Tis the Season

(yes, that’s a really bad photo – blame the delivery driver)

December 15 – one of the busiest mailing days of the year.

My co-worker was on vacation, and we had certified mails that had to be taken to the post office, so guess who got elected?

The waiting line at the local postal branch was out the door into the parking lot, and due to COVID-19 requirements, only one person at a time was allowed to enter.  The line inside the store was about 10 people long, spaced the required 6 feet apart.

Ahead of me, outside, was a lady with a huge, and apparently rather heavy, box.  As the line snaked along, we exchanged minor comments, and she said she needed to get that package to her granddaughter by Christmas.  As each new customer entered the store and the line advanced, she pushed the box along.  Finally, it was her turn to enter (after about 20 minutes outside, in 26 degree (F) weather!).

About 5 minutes later, I was able to ease into the store behind her.  At least it was warmer in there.

There was a young, foreign couple just ahead of us, who were trying frantically to finish assembling the two packages they intended to mail.  They had run out of tape, and the store didn’t have any left.  The Big Box Lady (as she shall henceforth be called) reached into her pocket and pulled out a roll of packing tape.  She then not only offered the tape to the foreign couple, but she also did the taping for them – and believe me, the lady knew what she was doing.  I got the distinct impression that she’s done a lot of package mailing in her lifetime.

After another 20 minutes, we were about halfway through the inside waiting line – when Big Box Lady turned to me with a chagrined expression on her face and exclaimed that she couldn’t mail that package after all because she had left her wallet at home.

Oh, no.  I briefly debated offering to pay the mailing charges for her (she could always just send me a check), but realized I only had enough cash to pay for the postage on the certified mails for work.  I felt a little sad as I watched Big Box Lady drag that huge parcel back out to the parking lot.

Eventually, my turn at the mailing window came.  I completed my business and proceeded to leave the store, only to discover that it was after 5 pm and the doors had been locked – both to people trying to get in and to those trying to get out.  I waited a few minutes, fruitlessly pushing on the door, until another departing customer came up behind me.  I asked that customer to please go back to the desk and find someone to let us out, which she did.

As we waited for a postal employee to come with the door keys (and believe me, no one in that post office was moving any faster than absolutely necessary at the end of a very long work day), I glanced out the door into the parking lot.  What to my wondering eyes should appear, but the Big Box Lady returning with her parcel, and her wallet.  The look in her face when she discovered the locked doors was heartbreaking.

I waved to her and tried to convey that if I could get the door open, I would allow her to sneak in.  After all, the line in the store was long enough that no one would really know who was supposed to be last in line.

But then the postal employee arrived with the keys – and it was the branch supervisor.  It was after 5 pm, the store was closed, and this was a federal facility.  How likely was it any rules would be waived for a somewhat desperate customer?

I tried anyway.  I told the supervisor that Big Box Lady had been in line ahead of me but had to return to her car, only to then find herself locked out.  Could he please let her in?

And he did.  There were smiles all around.  The huge gift was, I assumed, sent off to the Big Box Lady’s granddaughter.

That little dose of Christmas spirit made me feel warm and cozy all evening.  Kudos to that postal supervisor and his kind heart.

Don’t know if I’ll post between now and Christmas, so just in case – may you all have a Very Merry Christmas, and a safe and healthy holiday season.


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