Post Office Flute Player

The morning was ambitious and successful. Out of the house at 6:45 am, the twilight sun was just a hint beyond the horizon. First stop, Goodwill donation to drop off some items. I figured I would be too early so was just going to leave them (a small grill, and king size comforter mind you) neatly piled next to the donation door. But I didn't have to, the donation guy raised the garage door and handled them with pep. 7 a.m.?! Now that is customer service, thanks gw.

Next stop, Albertson's because they are the closest grocery store to that 'hood, the Historic Baker District where the houses are quaint and the streets are narrow and tree-lined. Got all the goods for  brunch at our house Christmas Eve (french toast & quiche all the way.)

Swinging back around, last stop was the Post Office. I was so pumped because the clock said 8:03 and since it opened at 8:00 I thought I'd be one of the first in.

So wrong. There were like 12 people in front of me. The counsel convened. Should I leave now and come back another day or time? And just when I decided that I would just go with it because it is Christmas, an older man with a beret on, starts playing Christmas jigs on a little flute he had around his neck. At first he called it a hot chick collar as a joke, then later said it was a Peruvian hunting flute. The lady talking to him is the Mom and cute little baby with long eyelashed gray blue eyes behind me in line.

The season is in full swing and spirits are merry and bright!