Holidaze

Tonight I completed my Santarchy outerwear.
I have my hat and matching wrap.

I need to work on my gifts, but I have plenty of ideas for that.

Sewing night, now with actual sewing!

Tomorrow we decorate the porch (and possibly the yard). I'm going to pull the twinkle lights from the basement and put them up on the porch along with our Winter Wonderland. The plan is to hang snowflakes of various sizes from the porch roof, and decorate the trees with gold, silver, and ivory ribbon and the like. I'll see what I can accomplish with the lights, too.

I'm not officially participating in the lighting contest, though if I have enough time to enter I might.

Tomorrow I'm off, though a customer is paying me to come out and do some on-site education with her and her friend. That will be the evening.

Friday I work my little tail off, and work a long day to boot. Ugh. I get to go in early to set up for my class, then work late due to the event.

Saturday, I'm working for the second day of the event, then I'm headed out to my cousin's wedding reception. Sunday, working again. Bleah.

But... Santarchy approaches!! Ho Ho Uh Oh!

Peculiar bit of spam...

I was going through my spam filter because Yahoo continues to be suspicious of email from it's own Yahoogroups, to which I am subscribed. Grr.

I came across an email that threw me for a loop. It is most certainly spam. First of all, it was to my address along with a huge quantity of other people's addresses.

Secondly, it did not identify me by name at all.

It was ostensibly from the USPS, telling me that they could not deliver the package I shipped on November 20th, because of an erroneous address. I was instructed to print the file attached (shipping label? Yeah, right...) and to bring the printed label "To their office" to pick up the package.

Um. No reference to myself, a tracking number, a specific location, and it's a generic email to a whole bunch of people who failed to use correct addresses? At once? Did we all send the package together?

This is a bit like the Hemmingway legend about the world's shortest story:
"For sale, baby shoes, never worn."

Spam is like that. I'm tempted to write a series of short stories based upon these weird spam emails, making the things in the emails make some kind of sense.