Becoming B on Nostr: 5:45 AM. The thermometer reads 4. The second armload of wood is burning hot. I'm on ...
5:45 AM. The thermometer reads 4. The second armload of wood is burning hot. I'm on my 5th day of work. One more to go and it's a day off. Then it's back to work Monday. One day isn't enough, especially if I will be spending it clearing snow out of our driveway.
It feels like I'm at the end of something. I can't put my finger on it. Might be seasonal. Could be the work week coming to an end. Maybe it's the job.
There's a terror in the paychecks ending, so I keep going for my own and family's well being.
I never planned on making a career out of this. Yet I don't know how long the Post Office will be around in its current form. More and more people I talk to mention privatization. We deliver a lot of business bulk mail and packages. First class letters it seems less and less. So we'll see.
Collectively we keep investing in technology, speed, and efficiency. So more and more our humanness seems to be less of a factor.
In the end I'm hoping my love for the land and the mystery it provides will carry me through whatever a change is coming. And it might be nothing. Still, though, it seems the depth of my humaness is equal to the depth of the relationship I have with the land. And that's been neglected with 6 day a week mail delivery since the middle of 2023. And it's nothing a few days off or a weeks vacation can remedy. It has to do with lifestyle. Patterns. Habits. A challenge in this modern world we live in.
I'm off to deliver mail. I hope you have a great day!
Fire 126
2.7.25
It feels like I'm at the end of something. I can't put my finger on it. Might be seasonal. Could be the work week coming to an end. Maybe it's the job.
There's a terror in the paychecks ending, so I keep going for my own and family's well being.
I never planned on making a career out of this. Yet I don't know how long the Post Office will be around in its current form. More and more people I talk to mention privatization. We deliver a lot of business bulk mail and packages. First class letters it seems less and less. So we'll see.
Collectively we keep investing in technology, speed, and efficiency. So more and more our humanness seems to be less of a factor.
In the end I'm hoping my love for the land and the mystery it provides will carry me through whatever a change is coming. And it might be nothing. Still, though, it seems the depth of my humaness is equal to the depth of the relationship I have with the land. And that's been neglected with 6 day a week mail delivery since the middle of 2023. And it's nothing a few days off or a weeks vacation can remedy. It has to do with lifestyle. Patterns. Habits. A challenge in this modern world we live in.
I'm off to deliver mail. I hope you have a great day!
Fire 126
2.7.25