Neighborhood love

I'm sitting in my "home office" aka the coffee shop across the street.* The mail carrier is walking back to his van. He stops. Bends at the waist. And brings his hands to his face binoculars style to look at me while I wave hi. Because we are adorable like that.

*This is the place that I wanted to go to once a month. 

I've never managed that. 

But this month they've become my BFFs. 

I mean, they know my mom and ask after her. 

And I carry $2.46 in my bag to pay for my first cup of tea.