I may have mentioned to you that in our little town of Pacific City, Oregon, we have no mail delivery. We have a little mailbox at the little post office in town, and in general the mail gets delivered oh sometime when LeEtte, the Post office lady, gets around to it. She is very very nice and very very chatty---if we get packages, we often have to get them from her, as they're too big for our little mailbox (there are a few lock boxes in the post office, and LeEtte can put boxes in a lock box and leave the key in your mailbox, but often there are more packages then there are lock boxes). Anyway, given the adventure that getting the mail sometimes is, I only go a few times a week (I use informed delivery to see if there is anything really important, and there really never is).
But anyway, it was a great day at the Post Office.
A little birthday surprise from the best Twinnie ever
This book on shawls that I'm so excited to look through, which should probably be called "52 years of shawls' given how slowly I knit:
And this memoir that I can't wait to read (my view is that there are two types of people in the world: people who love Richard Thompson and people who have never heard of him).