Food for me and my mosquitoes

 Today's huge outing consisted of a trip to the farm around the corner

 for tomatoes and white potatoes, on the way to return a library book. I decided to get gas tomorrow, enough excitement for one day. Also I have to review how to pop the gas cap again.

Then home for a macaroni salad with provolone cheese sauce, and a fresh tomato, all dressed with a mixture of olive oil, cider vinegar, freshground black pepper, pinch of seasalt, pinch of sugar, shaken like I was playing castanets. It was good. More for tomorrow, too.

After all this mad excitement, a lovely summer afternoon on the patio, knitting my diagonal scarf, listening to Prunella Scales performing Lucia's Progress.

 Pot of tea, cornbread. Watching all kind of butterflies and wasps and moths all over the butterfly bush. Then the mosquitoes got me in range and proceeded to enjoy afternoon tea on my arms. 

So I retreated indoors.

We might be gaining ground on the USPS fight, with the concession today from the PGM. Which I will believe when I see it.

I've been writing and messaging and signing up a storm this week. All my legislators, the Gov, the State AG, the chairman of the USPS governing board, and the PGM hisself. Today our AG  announced a lawsuit against the  USPS.

And  yesterday I had a word with my letter carrier to assure her I had her back, as in doing all I could.

She's as important as anyone else in this. She's a treasure. In fact the reason I was able to catch her to talk was that she brought my mail to the house instead of leaving it  in the mailbox cluster at the corner.   Because I think she noticed the package of medications, the sound of pills unmistakable. Hot weather, wanted to save me a few steps.

This is the lady who not only knows everyone on her route, she knows their pets by name. And who told me that if I didn't pick up my mail one day she was coming in to check.  She's worth fighting for. As is the constitutionally guaranteed USPS.

Climbs down off soapbox, resumes knitting.