Last week, Thursday to be exact, I was awaiting a knock at the door. My mother had told me that a package was to be delivered to me Wednesday or Thursday. Since Wednesday passed by unnoticed, Thursday was to be the day. I woke up dreaming about this package. It was full of stuff from New York. So full, in fact, that my mother could not even squeeze a bag of Taco Works chips inside. I had watched everyone at home on Skype get there New York presents and I was panting with excitement to get mine. Its not everyday your parents go to New York and buy you things.
I had a nice morning waiting for the mail lady. Sipped a latte, ate some citrus bread with ears pricked for the sound of the mail lady. The morning dragged on even as I busied myself picking up my house. Every car that went by had me rushing towards the window. When the heater would turn on, I’d stop whatever I was doing to see if that was the noise of the mail lady coming down the driveway. Occasionally, I’d bundle up to walk out to the mail box to see if today was not the day. I was in great angst because I had to be at work before 2 pm and I knew I had to sign for this package and to leave before the mail came seemed a great trial.
Finally, at 1:20, I decided I could delay no longer. I pulled out of the driveway and lo and behold, mail was in the mail box. Somehow I had completely missed the mail lady. So much for my pricked ears. And there was no package. I sniffed and continued on my way to work saying, ‘alas.’
The next morning I was a bit more relaxed about things. Wes was home and we had a nice morning together. I soon became convinced that the post office was closed because they were not answering they’re phones and I resigned myself to a weekend without my package.
We headed out to go prepare for our New Year’s Party and when we were about 2.6 minutes down the road, I hollered out, ‘Wes! The mail lady! And she has a package in the back! Quick! Stop!’ We pulled into a driveway and I hopped out to ask her if she’d give me my package. But she pulled away right as I got to her vehicle. It was a bit of a let down.
So we went back home to wait in the driveway for the mail lady. I have a very patient husband. Just when I told Wes, ‘this is taking forever for her to get here, maybe we should go chase her down,’ she came around the corner.
So glad I didn’t have to spend the weekend without them.