I did it. I kept my word. I broke through the grip of a rational attack of agoraphobia. Okay, it was more like near dread of mingling with strangers. Okay, okay, I just didn't feel like dealing with people since those ugly things happened. Sounds, sights, smells, textures . . . every sense was heightened. People were exceptionally loud and startling but I did not panic. I did get to see almost all my favorite postal people. I'd missed them and they missed me in turn! Wow. It's how I imagine Norm felt each time he walked into Cheers.
Good feelings overcame sticker shock. The price includes four international packages, one domestic, twenty Black Heritage stamps, and twelve Chinese New Year stamps. I'm especially proud of the Dorothy Height postage. She passed six years ago in Washington, D. C., but she left a trail that still blazes. She was one of the March on Washington organizers in 1963. "Despite her skills as a speaker and a leader, Height was not invited to talk that day." What a sad fact. "Height later wrote that the March on Washington event had been an eye-opening experience for her. Her male counterparts 'were happy to include women in the human family, but there was no question as to who headed the household,' she said, according to the Los Angeles Times. Height joined in the fight for women's rights. In 1971, she helped found the National Women's Political Caucus with Gloria Steinem, Betty Friedan and Shirley Chisholm." (Biography.com)
One of my favorite postal clerks schooled me on the Chinese Zodiac while the lone male weighed my packages. Each character's prominence rotates every sixty years. Did you know that? She remembers because the rooster is her personal sign. Mine is the dragon; my element is earth. Why not fire? I'm cool though 'cause I love earth. Need I say more? Oh. There's this too: The Chinese New Year ends February 18, 2018.
February is also the month for letter writing, and BlackHistory Month. Valentine's Day! Whew! I'd better get busy. I worked on some goodness last night which left no time for writing. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I confessed to Minuet how I don't get the concept of writing a letter each day simply because it's designated as the month for corresponding. I sincerely began to question the concept after watching Robin Williams urge people to "stop being sheep" in an episode of SVU. Sheeple? Something changed. How can I write 28 letters, notes, and postcards when I've already said the only things I have worth saying right here? Wouldn't you rather have a letter from me that had meaning, knowing I was moved to write because I wanted to tell you about . . . whatever? Or should I do 28 postcards that say, "Hey! I'm thinking of you!"? Seriously. This is serious. An existential crisis or something?
I bought two new storage boxes but that's not worth a stamp.
They're great for small stuff. This might be as close as I'll get to having my own versions of "cabinet of curiosities." They're wooden, were on sale as two for one, or buy one get one free! Such a bargain.
They're also the last two. From Aaron Bros., where I got to visit with someone I like immensely. Lisa! She makes me laugh. She's good at convincing me that it's always good to see me. She's naturally funny, and she talks about her family with such honesty and delight you could listen all day. Dang. I should have saved this for a little onesie, huh? I still give myself a gold star. Thanks for the idea, Anna!