Ha, it brings a smile to my face to know that, if you recognize the title of this post, by this point in your reading of this very post, you’re saying to yourself, “If you don’t have Mojo Nixon, then your store could use some fixin’.”
Anyway, I wanted to report that, thanks to my awesome up-the-ridge neighbor, Liz, my bottle tree is now complete.
And someone sent the Butcher cookies. Again. I don’t know if this is some sweet little girl trying to get his attention or if he’s joined some kind of homemade-cookie-of-the-month club or if he’s just raiding other people’s mailboxes to bring home sweets their grandmothers intended for them or what, but I like it.
It’s been a hard winter around here, but it’s also been really good, too. We have good friends and good fortune and I feel like I’m slowly learning to be less of a reclusive freak. Kind of. Okay, maybe only a little less. But I feel compelled to try to learn to be as good to people as they have been to me.