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!
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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