Thursday, January 17, 2008

For various and sundry reasons we can receive mail at our new tiny place, but are unable to have the mailman take ours away with him. So I walk a lot now, as in, down to the nearest blue public mailbox on a street which was once in the Guinness Book of World Records for the most bars. Hmm. All these years later there are still some bars, most with people living above them.

And there are apartments. Many, many apartments in huge, old houses from the early 1900's. Some well-kept, others leaning, tearful-looking. As though they miss the days when just one family lived inside.

And on my way to that mailbox, I pass lots of other tall houses with multiple mailboxes lining porch walls and multiple families tucked inside the walls (I like to picture them happy, cozy, and filled with potential friends, but I'm aware they're not all that way). These streets are only 5 1/2 blocks from my old house and old life, but there's a feeling of being a whole planet away.

I now live in the Land of Apartments. And well, I love it. I love walking past these old places and seeing cute, tiny houses tucked away in the backyard. Or gardens back there with benches and old light posts and brick walkways. All those attempts at making shangri-la's charms me. I love catching up on all I missed only sometimes driving past these places for fourteen years.

And I do walk a lot more now because, for some weeks, Tom will work a different schedule and I'll not have the car as often. So I walk the blocks down to the convenience store and yesterday I walked farther, down to the old train dining car which has been sitting there since 1910 and is now a coffee shop. We've driven by many times, but no one is ever inside (it seems) so I went to give them business. To sow some goodwill and encouragement by buying coffee and a chocolate chip cookie.

I love sowing goodwill that way.

There are other places to walk to, there on that street with bars and apartments and convenience stores. There are more adventures awaiting me.


smilnsigh said...

On the topic of mail... Does mail addressed to your old address, come to your new one? I think the "forwarding thing" works, for a while. But I guess if I want your new temp address, I'd better get some snail mail on the way. :-)

After all, it's less than a month to Valentine's Day!!! You who LOVE Valentine's Day. :-))))


daisymarie said...

What a wonderful image and act: sowing goodwill. I don't know that I had really considered it that way.

And I raise my teacup to your adventures!!!

Ann said...

I'm glad you've having such fun in your new home and area. It is fun to have new adventures. My yahoo email isn't working for some reason so I haven't been able to email the group. But I've been reading everyone's emails and thinking of you all. There has been lots of drama going on in our little family. Hopefully to be resolved soon. Have a great day!

Anonymous said...

Some of your mailmen actually pick up your mail?

Ours only deliver. We've always had to use public mailboxes.

mrs. s. said...

there is something so joyful sometimes about just walking