Wednesday, December 24, 2025
5786/2025 On the eighth night of Chanukah, I did not give to you...
Monday, December 22, 2025
5786/2025 On the seventh night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
Chanukah is the Festival of Lights, so it is only appropriate that I not-give you some light-themed gifts. I have in the past given you a light-bulb flashlight, and light sabers that will feed your sci fi fantasy.
On the seventh night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you:
5786/2025 On the sixth night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
As with many festive holidays, families gather to celebrate with food and fun.
Games are a favorite way to spend the winter evening after a delightful latke dinner.
In honor of this time honored tradition, on the sixth night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you:
Friday, December 19, 2025
2025/5786 On the fifth night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you....
Thursday, December 18, 2025
2025/5786 On the fourth night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
After Night Number 2 messing about with dirty doggy doo-doo, and Night Number 3 considering poop logs before waxing philosophical, perhaps it's time to clean up our act. So, for Night Number 4, I did not buy for you:
Notice that this soap not-gift that I will not-give you picks up on the Naughty/Nice dichotomy of our previous night's philosophical offering, provides an opportunity to clean up from any messy Number 2, and provides fresh philosophical fodder.
How, you ask?
WELL!
It begins with the binary: Naughty/Nice
Then it proceeds to FOUR soaps for ALL types of men*.
Is 4 breaking the binary? Or is it binary squared?
Do all men need four types of soap? OR are there just four types of men?
To explore these questions further, let us examine the back of the box:
Four soaps- each presenting another pair of opposing concepts! "Mountainside jaunt" vs. "parking ramp in Philly"- "lake up north" vs. "retention pond in Jacksonville."
This soap takes sides, definitively. It embraces a properly aged oak cask, and looks down on the "something" in a brown paper bag.
And while all the soaps are Big Ass bars of soap, please note that the Lump of Coal is the Biggest Ass bar of soap.
Not that size matters.
For soap.
Alas, this gift is also tied through literature and tradition to the Other December Holiday**, and so this will be added to list of gifts that I did not buy for you.
*Not trying to be sexist or gender-ist- it's what it says on the box.
**Not only because the soap's association with the Other Holiday- I also firmly believe you to be a man who is one in a million- not one in four.2025/5786 On the third night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
I'm late! I have been caught up in the holiday frenzy, and while I may be behind in my posting, I have been busy not-buying for you nonetheless!
*Some might say that these gifts are inappropriate on any night. One person's inappropriate is another's...propriate?
**This is an actual book about an actual Christmas tradition involving a log that "poops" out gifts after being beaten.
***'What is Naughty?" is a rhetorical question. Do not answer. This is a family blog. Much like Cards Against Humanity (R) family edition. Especially on Night #2.
****NO.
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
2025/5786 On the second night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
Last night was the second night of Chanukah and so today we are still in Day #2.
And there is a tradition for Chanukah Day #2 to celebrate Number 2. Last year, for instance, we were on a roll! In 5783, look what popped up!
Or that time we considered the artistic pursuit of becoming a poopy-Picasso.
So many tremendous Number Twos!
As I was mulling over what to not-give you this year, I happened to be shopping at my local pet supply store for my dog's food. I was looking for some special food, because my dog at that time was experiencing intestinal distress leading to poop-soup. Butt-hose spray.
NOT festive.
But(t) I digress. I was at the pet supply store, and I saw this at the check out lane- at the impulse purchase station:
These are holiday themed dog poop collection bags.
From the ad copy: "Picking up after your dog...during the holiday season is easy with these Merry & Bright Gift Wrap Waste Bags."
They admit it! It's *gift wrap*! And though some people, when Doggy does his duty and deposits doo-doo, may exclaim over "what Precious did" for Mummy or Daddy, I am not one of those people who view my dog's deposits as gifts worth wrapping.
I don't think you are, either.
Also, these Merry & Bright Gift Wrap Waste Bags are clearly designed to wrap Christmas Crap, not handle Hanukkah Ca-Ca.
Note the festive red & green, the Christmas trees, the Christmas lights.
No dreidels. Not a latke to be seen.
Although... depending on the design choices, a latke might look a lot like the gift inside...
So, not buying it.
No sh*t.
Monday, December 15, 2025
2025/5786 On the first night of Chanukah, I did not buy for you...
OMG! I'm already lighting the candles for night #2 and I haven't posted the delightful Chanukah gift that I didn't buy for you on night #1!
As you may recall, Dear Reader, all the way back in 2012, I started a tradition of not-giving a gift to my daughter's Significant Other on each night of Chanukah. Daughter's SO is now her DS (Dear Spouse) and the tradition continues.
As I was decorating my home for Hanukkah this year, I thought that maybe you might like to not-receive a holiday decoration or ornament this year.
So, I didn't buy you this:
Thursday, September 4, 2025
Two years
On August 31, we marked two years since we slept together.
On September 1, we marked two years since you went into the hospital.
Today, September 4, marks two years since you went into surgery. Two years since I last heard your voice. Two years since I last kissed you.
September 9 is looming. Two years since that phone call. Two years since we said goodbye in the intensive care unit, your body vacant, your love still holding us up.
On some days, you still feel so incredibly present, still a part of me.
On some days, I feel so alone I can scarcely bear it.
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
Journaling
This looks like a dragon's head and neck to me- puffing smoke.
I love having this blog, and I want to be writing more here. It is a good repository, and it has the benefit of thinking MAYBE someone will read it.
Maybe.
I feel often unheard, unseen. Some of this is due to actions of my own: I am not putting myself out there much. I take myself out to eat alone, with a book. I have met with a couple of potential new friends, and then there has not been a second "date."
Again, that is understandable- I have my daughter's dog with me right now, and I can't go far with my dog and her dog both in the house. One, I could ask my son across the street to come and walk, but TWO big dogs is too big an ask.
Also, these potential new friends had upcoming events, and now I have upcoming travel.
Maybe next month.
Sometimes I am avoiding society and sometimes I am pouting because society does not come to me.
I have reached out to a massage therapist- a week ago- and have not had a response.
I have emailed/ texted some friends and haven't had a response (two days ago).
I have offered a phone call to my dad's widow, and at first was ignored but now had a response saying maybe tonight.
Tonight will have to be after I attend a Zoom play reading. This play was written by a student of mine from 20 years ago! They must be close to 40 or more now.
I am still hurting from a few that offered a coffee here or a drink there that haven't gotten back to me... but on the other hand, I have at least a couple of get togethers where the ball is in my court.
I am unsettled. Quite literally: My little garage is stacked to the rafters with boxes and shelves and furniture from my former home. I need to sift through those things, say farewell to almost all of it. Clear space for a different life.
I am trying to stay in the present moment, which is basically good for privileged little ol' me, and also work for a better future, while not letting my terror about the future derail today's enjoyment or tomorrow's work.
Fascism.
Climate crisis.
Those are the two biggies, and I feel so small in the face of either.
Honestly, if I didn't have children and grandchildren, I might throw in the towel altogether.
UPDATE: I now have an appointment with the massage therapist for September 8.
Saturday, July 19, 2025
Fiction Friday and what I'm reading
Yesterday, on my writer's list-to-self, it was Fiction Friday and I did spend some brain time on a couple of projects that I have in mind.
Literally, that I have in mind, and not on paper.
I try to remind myself that is part of the process, also.
A book that is helping me with this process is Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.
Saturday, July 12, 2025
Sabbath Saturday
Already this morning I have made a list :-) and swept and...
reserved a U-Haul truck for emptying the Holly house on Monday before the closing on TUESDAY!
The light at the end of the tunnel is now almost discernible.
Still having anxiety but it is less.
I have started making dates with old friends and new.
Plans for the future.
Writing more is one of the plans.
So in line with my WRITING NOTE Sabbath Saturday, here is a sermon.
"Balak"
First presented July 19, 2019 as a Drash on Balak by Lisa Hodge Kander
The Parshah this week is Balak. It’s in Numbers 22:2-25:9. I like it.
One of my favorite verses is found in this week’s Haftarah: Micah 6:8:
He has told you, O Man, what is good,/ And what the Lord requires of you: /Only to do justice /And to love goodness, And to walk modestly with your God…
Another verse, this one in the parshah itself, inspires one of my favorite songs for the morning liturgy:
Mah tovu ohalecha, Yaakov/ ohalecha, Yaakov / mishk’notecha, Yisrael
“How beautiful are your tents, Jacob! Your dwelling places, O Israel!”
Good stuff, that. However, I like the Parshah text, in the Torah. I like it even though Rabbi Danielle Leshaw calls it “The Worst Torah Portion.” Sure, it has some problematic parts- I will get to those.
But, bottom line, I like it because it’s a story, and honestly, I think it’s funny!
You are familiar, no doubt, with the story of Balaam. The people of Israel, in their travels to the Promised Land, have camped out in the plains of Moab. You’ve read all the “begats” so it won’t surprise you that, with all that begetting going on, there are A LOT OF ISRAELITES! So many, and they’ve recently beaten up on the Amorites, so Balak, the King of Moab, is getting nervous. He says to his councilors: 'Now will this multitude lick up all that is round about us, as the ox licketh up the grass of the field.'
“They’re going to grab up all of our resources!” Like those hordes of migrants do, right? (This is said sarcastically.)
So Balak, King of Moab, sends his guys to Balaam, who is – well, sort of like a wizard. Apparently Balaam’s blessings and curses always come true. Balak’s guys are to ask Balaam to curse the Israelites, because: he whom thou blessest is blessed, and he whom thou cursest is cursed. “If you curse them,” says Balak, “then I will be able to defeat them for sure!”
Flatterer!
Now, the seer/ wizard Balaam gets a bad rap from the rabbis, and I really don’t see why. Because he never says he’s going to do what Balak asks. Balaam checks in with God every time. The first time he is sent for, he tells the messengers, “Stay the night, I’ll see if God speaks to me tonight.” God does speak to him, and tells Balaam not to go. So Balaam says he won’t go, because God said no.
Balak’s guys go back to Balak, tell him, “Sorry, Boss, Balaam says he won’t go.” They leave out the part about Balaam says it’s God’s decision. Balak sends more guys, his best guys, to try again. With bribes. Balaam says, “Even if the king gave me his whole palace full of gold, I still won’t go against what God says.” Still, Balaam says, “Spend the night. We’ll sleep on it. I’ll let you know what God says in the morning.”
This time, God relents. “Okay, fine, Balaam. Go with the guys. BUT only say what I tell you to say.”
Again, I want to point out, Balaam follows God’s instructions. I don’t know what the rabbis have against this guy, really. Unless it’s the animal cruelty.
Balaam sets out, with Balak’s best guys, to meet up with Balak and check out the Israelite situation. Balaam is riding his faithful friend, his trusty she-ass (I am not making this up, it says it right in the text). God, for whatever reason, has decided to be contrary and sends an angel with a flaming sword to block the way.
This is one of the problematic bits—God just told Balaam to go, for goodness sake!
Also, only the donkey can see the angel. Because it’s funnier that way.
Maybe there’s another reason, but please, imagine this:
Donkey sees angel. Donkey plants feet and refuses to budge. (Apparently, donkeys can be mulish in this way.) Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey. They start to go around; the angel moves to block. Donkey tries to squeeze away from angel and squishes Balaam’s foot against a fence. Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey. They start to go around; the angel moves to block. Donkey, seeing no way around, lays down and refuses to budge. Balaam, seeing nothing, gets mad and smacks the donkey.
You’re seeing this, right? It’s comedy gold.
Balaam is furious. So now, God allows the donkey to say what is on her mind.
“Ow! Dude! Why do you keep hitting me?”
(It’s pretty close to that. I may have updated the language a bit.)
Balaam says, “You made me look like a jackass! If I had gun, I’d have shot you!”
Or words to that effect. I’m working with a translation here.
Anyway, the she-ass says, “Look, have I ever done anything like this before? So, you know, maybe there might be a reason?” And Balaam is forced to confess, no, she’s never acted this way before.
Also, Balaam does not react at all to a talking donkey. Just part of a wizard’s day, I guess.
Then—poof! – God lets Balaam see the angel—and doesn’t Balaam feel like a jackass NOW! I can just hear the donkey saying, “NOW do you get it?”
The angel asks Balaam why he was beating the poor donkey? “She saw me and kept you away from me,” the angel says, “if she’d kept going, I would have let her go, but I would have killed you!”
I can just see the donkey hissing “I saved your life, dude!”
Balaam confesses to the angel, “My bad, I totally did not know you were standing in my way. I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”
I will not bother to point out that it is a female donkey, not a straight white male elephant, that can see what is in the way. While the big shots are blind. I won’t even mention it.
Anyway, the story continues with the angel saying, “Nah, keep going. Just remember to only say what the Divine One tells you to say.”
Balaam meets up with Balak. Balaam repeats he will ONLY say what God gives him to say.
Seriously, why do the rabbis beat up on this guy?
You will no doubt recall that instead of a curse, Balaam speaks a blessing for the people of Israel.
What I hadn’t remembered, until I read over the parshah, is that Balak keeps trying to get Balaam to curse the people – by having Balaam look at the camp from different viewpoints. “Can’t curse from here on Bamoth-baal? Let’s try over here on Pisgah instead! No? How about the peak of Peor?” Balak drags Balaam to three separate locations.
Three is a magical number. Especially for comedy. Now you’re properly set up for the punch line.
So when Balak asks for curses on Israel three times, there are blessings instead, all three times.
The punchline? Balak blows up at Balaam—and Balaam speaks a final prophecy, which is not only a blessing on Israel, but also a curse on Moab and its king, Balak.
So there.
If the parshah ended there, that would be great. I can totally argue it as comic relief.
But no.
The parshah doesn’t end there.
It continues on to say that in spite of all these blessings, the Israelites start fooling around with Moabite and Midian women, and worshipping idols, and draw down a plague, and some 24,000 people died of the plague. More problematic bits.
I really wish we had stopped at the talking donkey.
There are, of course, serious points to be made. Adina Gerver, in her commentary “The Gift of Speech,” quotes Midrash Numbers Rabah which explains that God made all animals mute, because if animals had the power of speech, “they [people] could not subject [animals] and stand over [this]. For this [donkey] was the stupidest of creatures and this [Balaam] was the wisest of the wise, and as soon as she spoke he could not stand before her.’” Gerver goes on to note “Subjugation, in the rabbinic view, is made possible merely by the inability to speak. The donkey’s sudden, surprising voice in this story flips the power dynamic, rendering Balaam powerless in the face of her newfound authority. Speech is a profound expression of power–and the denial of it a crippling means of oppression–around the world.” Gerver draws parallels to suppression of free speech of minorities in today’s world, and the ways that loss of voice is a loss of power.
Rabbi Lisa Edwards, in her commentary “What Are You Looking at But Not Seeing?,” writes “Balak and Balaam demonstrate what they think is good, namely: to fear alien people (in this case, the Israelites); to take up arms against them; to curse them; to use violence against an innocent animal; to punish those who disagree with them; to allow anger to rage out of control; not to listen to advice or information; and to use a God-given talent (blessing and cursing) in the service of murder.”
This list of what are wrongly thought to be “good actions”—fearing the other, using hate speech, punishing those who disagree with those in power—is far too prevalent these days.
Rabbi Edwards points out that clearly, the donkey, who has served Balaam well, and in this instance saved Balaam’s life, is actually the hero of the piece. God asks us to do the opposite, Rabbi Edwards states, of what Balaam and Balak attempt; we should welcome the stranger, make peace, treat all kindly. Rather than seeking to curse those we fear, we should heed the words of Micah: God asks us “to do justice, And to love goodness, And to walk modestly with your God.”
Rabbi Steven Kushner, in his commentary “Whose Word Is It, Anyway?”, remarks that it’s important to note that Balaam, a noted seer and prophet of his time, is not an Israelite. “In other words, God doesn't speak just to Israelites.” In fact, Kushner notes, since the donkey speaks, it is clear that “it's the message (not the messenger),” that is important.
In her commentary, “Distance and Proximity,” Julia Appell notes that Balak, in demanding Balaam see the Israelite camp from different viewpoints, may have inadvertently allowed Balaam to see the Israelites as a community, as people. She sees parallels with today’s world: “In order to build connections and wear down hatred we must see others from the appropriate vantage point, one from which we can appreciate their history, their community, and their values.”
In yet another commentary… and another, and another—we can find and illuminate meanings for today and tomorrow.
Or, we could allow ourselves to laugh. Even Holy Writ could have some lighter moments.
You know what? I really wish we had stopped at the talking donkey.
Friday, July 11, 2025
Writing
I stumbled across a note I wrote myself almost 4 years ago:
WRITING
Memoir Monday
Text Tuesday
Whatever Wednesday
Thankful Thursday
Fiction Friday
Sabbath Saturday
...
Not sure why Sunday was not included on that original list.
I will try to think of an alliteration to add for Sunday.
This list was intended to prompt a writing habit. Clearly, it didn't stick then, as I forgot all about it. However, so much has changed in the last four years, maybe it is time to implement this list.
Memoir Monday- I've been using this blog intermittently to record my life events and reflections in these challenging days (weeks/months/years). I want to intentionally seek out glimmers as well as the grief and struggles now. I want to remind myself that there is still beauty, kindness, compassion in the world. See it, speak it, do it!
Text Tuesday was intended (I think, my memory is blurry) to work on a textbook / nonfiction work on theatre- benefits of producing Shakespeare with young people for one example.
Whatever Wednesday as a free writing day.
Thankful Thursday to focus on gratitude.
Fiction Friday to exercise those creative muscles.
Sabbath Saturday- I don't remember if I intended this as a day of rest, or a day for spiritual reflection in my writing.
What shall we do with Sunday?
Sending Sunday- send a letter or email to a friend or friends?
Selling Sunday- send an article or story out into the world for publication hopes?
Summary Sunday- reflect on and review what I've been reading?
Monday, July 7, 2025
Journal through menus
From March 9 2025 - with post script after my dad died March 21 2025:
I've mentioned before that when the going gets rough, I make food. It is how I show I care; more, it is how I cope.
As my dad is in home hospice care, as he is dying, it is hard to cope. So I have attempted to record my recent journey by journaling through menus.
Making food and sweeping floors and shopping and visiting- all these little actions are love. Love is an active verb.
My siblings- Sister D and Brother C - and I received messages that seemed that our dad's situation was urgent in late January 2025. We all changed our plans (which had been later dates, and staggered- Sister D and Brother C going ahead, Brother C flying home and Sister D staying when I drove to join her mid February) to leave sooner and go together.
It's a long trip from our Michigan homes to dad and his wife DW's home in Alabama near Mobile.
We drove first to our cousin's house in Murfreesboro, TN. We brought a small Sander's bumpy cake for them, and hid the large bumpy cake we brought for our dad and his wife DW. (Bumpy cake tends to disappear in our family!)
Jan 25- We were arriving around dinner time to our cousin's house and our cousin SL had offered to make spaghetti. When we got to Murfreesboro, Sister D noticed the hard financial times for them, so we ordered Chinese take out for them. We thought we ordered enough that there would be leftovers. Almost all was scarfed up! Cousin S & her son K updated us on the on-again/off-again adoption of Cousin S's grandchild KL. It's on again. No idea what to pray for there, as the prospective adopting family is unstable and unpredictable, and Cousin S's health is in no way compatible with raising a challenging 5 year old.
Jan 26 - We left the next morning early enough to arrive in Daphne AL by late lunch/early dinner. Our dad's wife, DW, had made chili and her daughter RL had made cornbread. We greeted our dad in his hospital bed in the living room. We figured out sleeping arrangements.
Dad's wife DW had been sleeping on the couch in the living room, which was her preference, to be near my dad. Her daughter RL and RL's partner J used the double bed in the upstairs bedroom. My sister and I took the twin beds in the other bedroom upstairs, and my brother camped out in a recliner in the living room with Dad and his wife. It was cramped, to say the least.
Jan 27 - We were still settling in, and it was still a large group, with RL and her partner J. We learned the routines of trying to tempt Dad to eat something, of shifting him higher in the hospital bed so he could sit up, of how to lift him to his feet and onto the seat of his rolling walker to bring him to the bathroom. Who had time to cook? Instead we ordered Thai food take out, because the Chinese take out is closed on Mondays.
Jan 28 - Tuesday. Unfortunately I can't remember everything! I made spinach quiche for breakfast, that I remember. RL and partner J were still staying, as they were closing on a house in the same neighborhood as Dad's house.
Soon after this, Sister D handled breakfast for everyone just about every morning.
Jan 29 - Wednesday. RL and J headed back to Michigan. My sticky buns are a favorite, so I had started the dough the previous evening. I got up early to finish the buns for breakfast; but I was coming down with my first ever migraine. When Sister D came downstairs, I handed the task over to her and headed upstairs and back to bed. I slept until 1:00 in the afternoon.
Jan 30 The next day I made favorite comfort foods: Meat loaf and mashed potatoes, green beans.
Jan 31 Crock pots are the best! I made beef stew and we had sour dough bread to sop up the juices.
Feb 1 On Saturday, DW's son RF and his spouse JF came to visit. My brother and sister and I had our day out; we drove the long route to Orange Beach. We had lunch at the Pink Pony, then found a new bar on our way back, quite near in Fairhope. It's the Tongue and Groove Drinkery. Great bartender who dug up free merch for us.
Feb 6 - We were feeling tired and not up for cooking, so we just boiled some hot dogs. This was not to Sister D's liking, so she skipped dinner.
On Feb 14 - ore somewhere around there- I made To Die For Blueberry Muffins. We shared them with Dad's visiting nurse! It was Valentine's Day. Sister D and I went thrift shopping for curtains and curtain rods to make my dad a makeshift bathroom next to his bed. It was Valentine's Day, so we gave each other chocolate treats and ordered Chinese Take Out.
Feb 15- Saturday- Sister D made English muffins with egg and turkey sausage patties and used up leftover potatoes. DW made salmon in parchment with asparagus and dill. We watched movies: An Unfinished Life and Carry On. We tried the curtain commode. Failed. Dad had a rough night.
On Feb 16 Sunday I made Broccoli Cheese soup to have ready for my daughter CM who came for a short visit.
Feb 17- We went out for lunch, and had a light grazing supper. Daughter CM had time with Sister D, time with me, and we gave DW a break too!
Feb 18- Charcuterie board was a great idea, and we still had all the ingredients.
Feb 19- Pizza. You can't cook every day!
Feb 20- Chicken Parmesan- My sister D and I collaborated on this and we made a lot so DW would have meals ready for her daughter RL who was coming for a visit..
Feb 21- Meatloaf- back to comfort food. I made a double batch- some for right away, and some to freeze.
Feb 22 - Spinach quiche- this is an all time favorite for the family.
Feb 25 I have a record of making noodles and broccoli.
Then we went home for a couple of weeks. Sister D and I both had appointments with doctors and other housekeeping issues back home. We got caught up with bills and with yard work and I did some more packing- through all this, I was trying to get my house ready to list. I was suspended between Ann Arbor with my new condo, where I had my bed and my clothes and not much else, and Holly and our old house of 35 years that I needed to pack up, spruce up, and sell.
Which you can't do from Alabama when your old home and new are in Michigan!
While we were back in Michigan, DW's daughter RL was back and helping. My brother and his wife drove back down. His wife stayed a few days, then flew back to Michigan; Brother C stayed.
About two weeks later, we headed back to Alabama. My sister and I traveled together in her truck, and my dog stayed with my son JE and his family.
As ever, my sister's dog traveled with us.
Glitch in the matrix
I think there may be a glitch in the Matrix. I am being erased, I fear.
Today, I went to the Secretary of State because I need a certain critical document in order to sell my house, and I was told the Secretary of State was where I could obtain this missing document, or replace it. The home I am selling is a modular home, which apparently is documented as a mobile home, although it is not a mobile home.
I drove 45 minutes to the nearest Secretary of State office that had a Monday appointment. I waited for my appointment. I waited to be called. I brought original mortgage and construction documents and most recent refinance documents. I brought the model and serial number of the house.
Once I reached the window, I explained what I needed. The person looked up by the address, by my name, by my husband's name, by the serial numbers I provided.
You aren't in the system, I was told. There's nothing there.
I lived there 35 years, I said. I paid property taxes 35 years, I said. We refinanced the home seven times, I said.
I assure you, it does exist.
She called higher up the pecking order, and printed me some blank forms to fill out and notarize and mail, not deliver personally, to a Lansing address.
I don't know that I have the wherewithal to complete said forms. The title company associate may be able to help me- but has not returned my calls or emails.
Hasn't been 24 hours yet, so...
Then, I have been anxiously checking my mailbox. I had a hold-mail in place for the past week while I was away. Delivery was supposed to begin again today.
The first several times I checked, nothing. Mail had not yet arrived.
Then I checked again and there was ONE pizza coupon.
According to "informed delivery"- a preview of your mail from the Post Office- I have at least 9 pieces of mail.
I checked: all mail was supposed to be delivered today. To my mailbox.
BUT THERE IS NOTHING THERE.






















