Photo Round Up

Two Book Covers

Baby's wide-eye stare looks slightly demonic, and Bear looks Worried (about the candle? Christmas?), and, book below, The Birds on the tree are fakes!

BELOW:"We Are Back to Serve You"
Happy, happy news:
The post office that was burned down in the post-Floyd uprisings in May 2020 has been rebuilt and is open again.
It was my favorite: I went there for 17 years and knew the clerks.

Now I'm back, living south of the PO (rather than north), and so is it, and them. (I hope the same clerks have returned.)
I'm going to bring them flowers.

The notice is hand spray-painted instead of a printed sign:

The book On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century includes the advice DEFEND INSTITUTIONS.
Libraries and post offices are high on my list of institutions to protect.

"To Bovine Self Always Be True"

The pun was Ass't Man's--passed to me because I've adapted a couple pictures at the store (Jesus the 4th Bee Gee, and our volunteer as Barry Manilow).
(I need to tweak it again--"bovine self" not "bovine own self".)

Big Boss came into the kitchen as I was hanging this up in the same spot I'd put Jesus & Barry Manilow, and he asked, "What's the latest?"
I said it was a Shakespeare quote, and "bovine" refers to cows...
He said nothing.

Aside from scripture, Big Boss's General Fund of Knowledge and mine barely overlap. He's explained sports and Black culture references a few times to me.

I've put up religious images too--an icon of St. Vincent de Paul and the Christ Child, and one of those text plaques of a proverb I love:

"She is clothed in strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future."

BELOW: "Adults with a Kid Inside"

I laughed to see these toys neatly lined up on the floor of the store's toy section yesterday morning.

People tear up the toy section something terrible.
It's frustrating to clean up after--not just the mess, which I don't mind so much, but destruction:
torn-open bags, half the contents stolen; games opened and their pieces strewn about... day after day.

When I left work yesterday, Mr Furniture opened the donation-bay door for me and let me out the back, so I only had to walk across the back-alley to my bike (avoiding the urine-soaked side-alley).

He always has a good perspective, so I told him how tired I am of the toy mess.

"It's just kids, San Francisco," he said.

"Yeah, I don't mind the kids," I said. "It's fun to see them playing, even if they tear it up. But a lot of it is adults!"

"It's adults with a kid in them," he said.
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