Today's offering: a box of boxes. Case of 25 flat rate priority mail boxes that my mother gave me when she mistakenly ordered twice from the USPS, through which they are free for the asking. They'll even deliver them to you gratis, which sort of makes me wonder why anyone would want mine. They've been sitting in my studio for a good long while, dating from a time when I thought I might try to make back some of the mounds of money we've spent on baby parapharnalia by reselling it on Ebay when we no longer need it, typically about ten minutes after we've opened the package. That plan was stymied when they closed fabulous little post office that was literally around the corner from our house. It was an eentsy little post office, and going there was like having your own personal postmistress. Now when I have things to mail it's no longer a short walk and a chance to chat with neighbors; instead, it's a 15 minute drive to the next closest P.O. where the lady is really grouchy and sighs loudly when you ask to send something with delivery confirmation. So I'm not mailing much these days, even at an all-you-can-stuff-in-a-box flat rate, although that is another potential strategy for making junk leave our house. Maybe if I offer something nobody asks for I can mail it out at random, an entirely new form of junk mail!
Once again, four requests for the booty. Gone to Mike B., who says he often mails books and small objects. I take it that means Ebay, so good luck with that, Mikey.
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