First this in my mail. I stopped at the Brainard Post Office on my way out. Sounds like they just found out themselves! And the staff there deserve better. I’m told it’s an emergency closure and no one knows if it will be permanent. I thought about how when I bought this house, the post office was my way into the community because everybody who was anybody went to the post office. I had a box there for many years and was quite friendly with the first postmistress I met there, Betty, who had worked in my house when the post office was there.
Also today at Hand Hollow Conservation area:
Threw my left over paint last night onto a little sheet of paper.
Today I used what I’d learned long ago in Fred Lisaius’s class to put a wash of clear water over the whole thing and add another layer or two wet in wet to what had gone before.
