National coming out day

A couple of friends' posts have reminded me that this is National Coming Out Day (where "national" means "United States").

For anyone who doesn't already know: I'm bisexual, and often self-identify as queer. I'm also polyamorous, and have both female and male partners.

Mail found!

That was not the explanation I was expecting:

We ran into our letter carrier this afternoon, on our way out to go get apples and such. She had gotten my note. She had gotten a lot of notes, because nobody in the building had gotten their mail in weeks.

The building key that the postal service has stopped working a few weeks ago; they have made numerous calls to building management. We got lucky today because someone left the door propped open with a traffic cone, and when I talked to her the letter carrier was in the process of delivering a lot of mail. I told her that I'm often home during the day, and if she can't get in, she should buzz my apartment.

We have received, among other things, at least two bills; a check from one of my freelance clients, which I suspect may be too crumpled to deposit with the phone app; and a Rosh Hashanah card from my aunt Lea. I may have to look for a partner credit union that will actually let me deposit a check; when I tried last year, I found one ATM out of order and one that wouldn't actually take deposits from members of other credit unions.

(Also, I just ate a fine ripe tomato, and I have a bag of my favorite apples, and more grapes and raspberries.)

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There are days I feel like both of these xkcd characters:

Apple: Wickson

Wickson is a tiny heirloom apple, just small enough for me to put my hand around.

It's tart, juicy, a bit sweet, with a pleasant though not very strong flavor. There's no entry for this variety on orangepippin.com, so I asked them to create one (hoping they can find out something about its background), and sent a photo as requested.

This post is, again, based on eating one apple, as an after-dinner nibble. If I get hungry again before bedtime, I'm going to eat an Esopus Spitzenberg. It was a good week for apples at the market; there were at least three other heirloom varieties I hadn't heard of, so we got a bunch of the Esopus and a handful of the little Wickson apples, plus grapes and raspberries and tomatoes.