Christmas cards

 

I got sucked down the Google whirlpool this morning looking at "vintage Christmas cards." Have yourself a creepy little Christmas, folks.

I mailed our cards yesterday, along with notes to friends and distant relatives we never hear from. We've been really touched by the outpouring of sympathy for dad. He was such a quiet, dignified man who kept his opinions to himself, but admired and respected, especially by the men in the family. The women just plain loved him.

Anyway, being West Seattle, even a simple errand like going to the post office becomes an ordeal. You won't be surprised to hear that the population density has far outgrown our little 1970's building. There's a total of 3 parking places in front, and to make it worse, they removed the drive-by mailbox, probably because it keeps getting vandalized. So you have to go inside the tiny lobby to mail anything. 

Anyway, the line was out to the sidewalk, so I drove five miles south to 98126, a bigger building and at least you could wait in line indoors. That was fine, since it gave me an excuse to go to the nearby Marshalls store. (Not that I needed an excuse.)

Other than a little rain, the weather is calm for December, especially compared to last year when we were plagued by a vicious ice storm. For that matter, there's hardly any snow in the mountains-- yet. Winter up there is still young.