Boxes. I make my own boxes to mail stuff back home. Melba amassed an impressive array of trinkets to send off to her former co-workers at the Benavides Elementary School. The dimensions of the box they are mailed in is factored into the postage so I make my own boxes out of discarded cardboard for a cozy fit. That takes a while, but if I do say so myself, the boxes are excellent. Oh, and the wrapping! No one ever made plain brown wrapping paper look so good. It's almost criminal to tear the wrapping off to get at what's inside.
Melba and I voted today; absentee, of course. She called from school to tell me that our ballots were in. We took care of that patriotic duty before lunch. In the local races back home nadien tiene contra as usual, but they get my vote anyway. Since I was eighteen I've always done my civic duty at election time, but living on a large naval base surrounded by service men and women seven days a week, the importance of voting is bolstered.Then our toaster that probably hasn't browned more than two loaves of sliced bread since we brought it here finally quit on us. It won't pop the toast up out of the slots. It's my fault really. I pulled the cheapest one of the shelf when we got it. $9.00 You get what you pay for. This ended up costing me more. When I went over to the NEX the toaster section was almost wiped out. I ended up taking a $20 model. It's probably what I should have got in the first place.
I'll get into town tomorrow. My little brother wants me to locate about a dozen rice paddy hats. That isn't going to be easy.
