The mail comes every day at noon.
What does that matter? You ask – well it doesn’t if you don’t live on our street, I suppose.
But it’s comforting to know that sometimes things run on schedule. Especially now.
So by 1300 I’m checking the mail. What else have I got to do?
Today there’s a package card. I’m not expecting a package.
After the deployment coffee break I head to the post office.
The trip into the post office is fast. Partly because I’ve got a lead foot and partly because I’m excited – the kind of little-kid-on-Christmas-Eve excited. Because I think I know who sent the package!
I’m an avid E-Bayer so the lady at the post office knows me. And she hands me this monster huge package. It must weigh 30 pounds and I can’t get my arms around it.
But it’s from Reid RT and my heart skips.
Getting it from the car to the house is a challenge. I’m half swearing about the size and weight of the package and scared to death I’ll drop it and break it so it’s a slow walk up the stone steps.
Panting by the time I get to the door I wedge it between me and the doorframe to rest my arms. What in the world is in this, rocks?
I half stagger into the kitchen and put it on the table with a thump. It looks even bigger here.
I check the clock. Sigh – not enough time to open it – I have to get the kids washed and jammied and into bed.
An hour later and it’s just me. I sit – staring at the box as if it’s the answer to some eternal riddle.
Scissors, a knife and a few cut knuckles later and the treasures are in front of me. Beautiful things. Colourful pashminas, a marble tea set, a marble chess set. He knows me so well that everything is perfect. As if I had been there with him to choose it.
I hope he calls tomorrow. Day 62
What does that matter? You ask – well it doesn’t if you don’t live on our street, I suppose.
But it’s comforting to know that sometimes things run on schedule. Especially now.
So by 1300 I’m checking the mail. What else have I got to do?
Today there’s a package card. I’m not expecting a package.
After the deployment coffee break I head to the post office.
The trip into the post office is fast. Partly because I’ve got a lead foot and partly because I’m excited – the kind of little-kid-on-Christmas-Eve excited. Because I think I know who sent the package!
I’m an avid E-Bayer so the lady at the post office knows me. And she hands me this monster huge package. It must weigh 30 pounds and I can’t get my arms around it.
But it’s from Reid RT and my heart skips.
Getting it from the car to the house is a challenge. I’m half swearing about the size and weight of the package and scared to death I’ll drop it and break it so it’s a slow walk up the stone steps.
Panting by the time I get to the door I wedge it between me and the doorframe to rest my arms. What in the world is in this, rocks?
I half stagger into the kitchen and put it on the table with a thump. It looks even bigger here.
I check the clock. Sigh – not enough time to open it – I have to get the kids washed and jammied and into bed.
An hour later and it’s just me. I sit – staring at the box as if it’s the answer to some eternal riddle.
Scissors, a knife and a few cut knuckles later and the treasures are in front of me. Beautiful things. Colourful pashminas, a marble tea set, a marble chess set. He knows me so well that everything is perfect. As if I had been there with him to choose it.
I hope he calls tomorrow. Day 62
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