On Friday…
There is a strange package in the mailbox.
I’ve lost my key and can’t get it out all other post is carefully retrieved with a barbeque tong… I am a bit curious… what could it be?
Yesterday…
I had just gotten home when I got a call... It was one of the neighbours a few blocks down. He briefly told me a man had called him concerning my boyfriend’s cell, which had apparently been found at the local subway station. The neighbour in question had been the last number called from the cell and the man who found the phone had wanted to inform the owner that it had been found and was safe… this kind act followed by the foresight of the neighbour to Google our home number led to me leaving the mountain of work I was huddling under to go pick it up.
The phone was at the subway access furthest from my flat so after having retrieved it I found myself taking an unusual path home. On the way I encountered a little girl quite obviously in distress, bawling panicked “d ddaaddy!” so I asked what was wrong… she told me she had lost her daddy, so I asked her where did you last see him? She sniffed and pointed… “Over there”
“Well let’s go there and see” I responded. Having reached ‘over there’ we promptly located a panic-stricken dad.
I continued on my way...
I stopped at the video store/post office to pick up a letter I had gotten notice for this morning…
Another strange package!
Walking the last block home I ripped it open and looked inside… to my surprise I found a little driftwood monster!
Who is sending us strange wood?
Today…
Indeed a third little critter was sitting in our mailbox today!
He was thinner than the others and I was able to slip him out (yes, with a little help from my barbeque tongs). These overwhelmingly busy days have been lit up by this strange little mystery… but who is the endower of woody beasts?
And will another come tomorrow?
