Today was a day when I wondered. Lee and I went to get the mail. The mail app had said no packages were coming.
He opened the box. There with a couple of cards and junk mail was a large package. It was firmly wedged into the box. Why? I don’t know. Our gate was open. The letter carrier could have brought it up to the house.
But no. Cramming was the choice. Lee pulled and pulled. The mailbox moved but not the package. Eventually the mailbox and post separated with the box still firmly inside.
After much tugging and surgerizing we got the box, which contained another box, out in pieces. I was quite relieved to discover the contents were intact: my treasured Dak Prescott bobble-head figurine along with my Dak jersey. I’m a football fool at the moment.
Watching football keeps me out of trouble, at least. Otherwise I watch dogs. All seven were running around a few minutes ago.
It entertains as I wish the pool people would show up. It’s becoming the imaginary pool of daydreams.
Wait a Minute Here
When I went over to watch the dogs, I decided to sit by the pool. Um. Guess what? The dang letter carrier DID drop more stuff off, on the back porch! Three packages and magazines. When did those show up? Why did Dak have to get shoved in the box?
It’s a mystery.