It turned out service on my phone was fixed by the complex process of turning the phone off.  Waiting a minute.  Then turning it on again.  Wah La.  Now I’ll know for the next time.  Since this is Sunday and call-your-family day, we’ll put the phones to use.

The last John knew Wilma was still in the hospital, but I think that was Friday.  She had had “a procedure”, which was in the characterization section (how they answered the phone) on one blockage, but the other was being watched because it was too narrow (this is third hand so the details my not be right), and a wait and see approach was being taken.  When John talked to her afterward she was feeling fine at any rate.  Today he’ll call, and we’ll talk to Ruth and Phil too if we can reach them and check in with everyone.

Today we’re going to put numbers and letters on a farm sized mailbox (not an interesting one, just one of the big ones), and for the first time since about 1992 I’m going to have mail delivered to my house again.  The Yoncalla postmistress was unkind enough to me when I went in to say I knew we had a back log of mail but I’d been sick, that at this point John gets mail duty there, and  I don’t see it being worth my effort to go back to be harassed again.  Logan is excited to get mail out of a box at the house.  Eventually we’ll get out change of address information to everyone, but the PO Box won’t expire until after the turn of the year, and I see no reason to rush.  We did file an actually complaint with the post office — this started in the first half of August.  I’ll see what comes of it.  But with the number of post master’s they’ve gone through since we’ve moved here, they lost what love I had for them long ago.  The commitment to small town spirit and caring went out the window when Gary retired.

When we went to Oakland to set up for home delivery of mail Logan and I found a bakery with sour dough bread she likes.  She plans to go when John takes trash to the dump (just outside of Oakland) in order to get more.  We bought our big mailbox at Stearns Hardware there with no trouble at all.  I asked where mailboxes were, said I want that one, and the man carried it up to the front for us.  We got a box fan for Logan’s classroom at the same time, and the letters and numbers to put on the mailbox.

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