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Such gorgeous weather this week. All warm and gentle, breezes and blossoms. Have photos, will post, later.
I noticed this evening that the scent of wisteria has a hint of cinnamon to it. I wish it were possible to post examples of scents, not only words and pictures.
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Went to the post office today to pick up a package. They searched and searched and called the truck driver who told them where it should be, and they still couldn't find it. At one point, the lady helping me said, "You've got to go" in a firm voice, and I was like "Oh. ::blink:: Okay." My immediate impression was that she was telling me to step back from the half-door/counter I was leaning on, as she intended to close the window while continuing the search. My next impression was that she was telling me that I had to leave, that I had been there long enough.
She seemed to catch on to my confusion, as she then repeated it, "You've got to go?" in a more questioning tone. She was simply asking if I was still able to wait longer. That was amusing to consider, afterwards. I did wait longer, but eventually left my phone number so that they could call me if the package was found. It ended up being left at the house. The truck driver must have had it in the vehicle after all.
I noticed this evening that the scent of wisteria has a hint of cinnamon to it. I wish it were possible to post examples of scents, not only words and pictures.
.
Went to the post office today to pick up a package. They searched and searched and called the truck driver who told them where it should be, and they still couldn't find it. At one point, the lady helping me said, "You've got to go" in a firm voice, and I was like "Oh. ::blink:: Okay." My immediate impression was that she was telling me to step back from the half-door/counter I was leaning on, as she intended to close the window while continuing the search. My next impression was that she was telling me that I had to leave, that I had been there long enough.
She seemed to catch on to my confusion, as she then repeated it, "You've got to go?" in a more questioning tone. She was simply asking if I was still able to wait longer. That was amusing to consider, afterwards. I did wait longer, but eventually left my phone number so that they could call me if the package was found. It ended up being left at the house. The truck driver must have had it in the vehicle after all.