I love that my dad's basement has linoleum. Since it's sock and sweater weather now- it's perfect for saving a few steps by sliding across the floors. it's not much... but I'm always a little hesitant to start wearing socks in general- so some enjoyment of it makes the adjustment easier.
And in other news, Here's a story continuing in my "Things I love about my hometown" segment:
My dad is selling his old house.
Paul- our postman and the father of my sister's classmate- wears a blue tooth headset when he's on his route. Since he knew we weren't living at the old house (but hadn't forwarded our address yet) he gave my dad a call when there was a package waiting there.
Since my dad works 50 miles away, I went into town- picked up the 'sorry we missed you' slip- and called Paul.
And then drove to his current location to pick up my mail.
In a large city, it's suspicious when a person parks their car behind the postal truck and waits awkwardly for the postman to get back.
In my hometown- not so much... especially considering the block he was on is home to my dentist, three childhood friends, and a house we rented when I was in third grade.
Sorry-- this story is kind of pointless, but I wanted to share anyway :)
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