I have to make frequent trips to the post office. I divide my time between two of them, one at a 7-11 just north of the house and another one bus trip south at a small import shop in Chinatown. Canada Post has given me plenty of misery in my publishing and mailing lifetime but these two places are always helpful and friendly and good for a little conversation.
Most of my time is spent at the 7-11 post office to the north. I usually come in with a big batch of magazine envelopes, all different weights and destinations but the lady who greets me just plows right through them. She reminds me of one of those unflappable truck stop or diner waitresses complete with the flaming red hair and the "hon" thrown in at the end of my order. The other day she stopped to show me her nails, long, newly painted and very shiny. I looked down at my battered and ragged nails. "I've been gardening so I can't do that," I said. "I'm going away tomorrow so I took the risk of having these at work for
one day," she replied, picking up my packages carefully between the palms
of her hands, her nails reflecting the sunlight from the window.
Two kinds of light, I thought, remembering poet Luci Shaw describing her gardening hands:
All this spring, I've worn dirt
under my fingernails like a label--
little black moons.
from Inscriptions, The Green Earth
(The Green Earth is up for a giveaway should you like it. Also Voices in the Night: The Prison Poems of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Both are hard covers and in great shape. I also have the bottom three CS Lewis books still available at this post.Don't be shy. There is no catch. Just send me an email.)
Update: Well, that was fast. Minutes after posting, The Green Earth is off to California.
Update to the Update: And the Bonhoeffer book is now gone too. Still got the Lewis books.
L'Engle's A Cry Like A Bell is a collection of poems giving voice to characters from the Bible. Balaam's Ass, Leah, Jacob, Moses and his son tell their stories. Abraham says:
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