My post [mast]

They left.
The last of the imported workers from Mexico City, the second group, packed their car and left today, this afternoon.
The cell post is all mine now.
And such a post.
It is way bigger and way more intrusive than I was let to believe.
But there it is, looming over my house in the woods.
In the movie Young Frankenstein, Igor exclaims when Hr. Frankenstein despairs over the state of the castle when he first sees it
Oh I don't know. A few potted plants and some chintz.......
Maybe this is the way to approach it.
A few potted plants and some bright paint and ...voila.
It couldn't be worse than the Pepto Bismol color of my post office