As luck would have it, my birthday falls exactly one week after April Fool's Day. My birthday is April 8th. Has a nice ring to it. Always sort of liked being born on that date- until the year Russell figured out it rhymed with April Ape. That pretty much assures me, I'll be getting something nice from him for my birthday. This year he really surprised me.
Dialing it in.
We know when the UPS truck is coming. Although it's half a mile down the dirt road to the highway, the rumble of the big brown truck tearing up the hill, breaks the silence like a 900 horsepower sprint car screaming down the track.
The arrival of the cargo van always sends us scurrying,"Come on Fuzzy and Woolley. Let's go!" The peaceful solitude of Meowpops is replaced by a mad rush to the front door. I drop whatever gardening device I'm pretending to be toiling away with, and grab one of kitties. The other one tags behind. Depending how close the barreling beast is, Fuzz or Wool may take the lead.
The arrival of UPS is a big deal. We live in the country; it's uneventful much of the time. The roaring rumble of the sepia savior creates an sense of anticipation that's akin to discovering a pot of gold. This is especially true around birthdays and holidays.
Russ and I, generally greet the driver. "That is probably something for you," Russ said--as a muscular guy in brown shorts--dug through an assortment of smaller boxes, shoving them aside, then re-arranging them to get the oversized parcel out.
"I don't think so. I didn't order anything." Then like a lightening bolt it struck me, it could be a birthday present. Indeed. And what a birthday present it was!
The arrival of the cargo van always sends us scurrying,"Come on Fuzzy and Woolley. Let's go!" The peaceful solitude of Meowpops is replaced by a mad rush to the front door. I drop whatever gardening device I'm pretending to be toiling away with, and grab one of kitties. The other one tags behind. Depending how close the barreling beast is, Fuzz or Wool may take the lead.
The arrival of UPS is a big deal. We live in the country; it's uneventful much of the time. The roaring rumble of the sepia savior creates an sense of anticipation that's akin to discovering a pot of gold. This is especially true around birthdays and holidays.
Russ and I, generally greet the driver. "That is probably something for you," Russ said--as a muscular guy in brown shorts--dug through an assortment of smaller boxes, shoving them aside, then re-arranging them to get the oversized parcel out.
"I don't think so. I didn't order anything." Then like a lightening bolt it struck me, it could be a birthday present. Indeed. And what a birthday present it was!
A Grebe Synchrophase! I'd wanted one since the first time I saw it. I'm not sure what appealed the most to me--I think it may have been a combination of the reddish finish and the numerous dials. The top dials commanded attention with their embellished metal backings; the bottom tuners seemed magical. They somehow reminded me of Aladdin's magic lamp or I Dream of Jeannie. Perhaps, the shape of Jeannie's bottle?
I couldn't put on finger on it, but the Grebe had a mystical patina; it intrigued me.
I have no idea how Russ wrangled up this gift. One thing I am certain of though--like Aladdin and his magic carpet--he swept me off my feet.
Till next time...when I return to earth...
Regards,
Sue
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I couldn't put on finger on it, but the Grebe had a mystical patina; it intrigued me.
I have no idea how Russ wrangled up this gift. One thing I am certain of though--like Aladdin and his magic carpet--he swept me off my feet.
Till next time...when I return to earth...
Regards,
Sue
phlog's blog
What was the best birthday present you ever received? We like to hear.
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