Hello, there! It’s been awhile since I’ve written. My apologies. Started many times-so much to say! But, oh, that pesky side-tracking business.
Today I must! I will keep it short and simple.
This season and day can be difficult for folks. I know, not exactly a news flash.
Many families are experiencing the loss of a loved one. Some have plans that will not materialize.
Due to finances. Or a sudden bout with Covid. Foul weather. Illnesses. A host of other reasons.
Sometimes things do not work out as planned. And it can be utterly disappointing.
Instead of wishing away the day (because, in fact, by doing this you are wishing a day of YOUR life away) take the time to reflect or begin a new tradition.
Or just peacefully be.
Each and every day is truly a blessing. The older I become the more I realize it.
My eldest had Covid a few months ago. Not a bad case, thank goodness. But knowing she was somewhat isolated in her apartment I figured she might appreciate some love. I got busy preparing a care package.
I was mindful of not cluttering up her space and tried to keep the package thoughtful. Only my kids would (or would not) appreciate my bizarre amalgam.
So, I enclosed a handwritten note expressing good cheer, pride and love.
Then a new pair of black/gray leggings (with some leopard spots but not overdone) and three pair of cute socks. Individual cups of Kashi cereal for those “on the go” days. Face masks for pampering-not the Covid kind. Vitamins. Lens wipes. Phone holder necklace. Tea with laxative. Melatonin. Eye drops. Vanilla room spray and handmade soaps from my friend’s Dallas business “Abundantly Aromatic.” Stationery-some new and some she created as a child.
She’s thirty now. 🙂
So I carefully packed the box and headed to the post office.
After a few days, I asked if she had received it. Nope. I checked the tracking record and it showed that the package had been delivered to the door. I had her check with the landlord/neighbors. Maybe someone took it inside the house. Nope. I put in a query with the post office just in case there had been some mistake in address. I soon received an email letting me know that the investigation was closed. Nothing left I could do. The crazy thing is she was home at the time.
I was upset. It was not worth a ton of money. But it still bothered me. That people would go onto someone’s property and help themselves.
I might have ranted to my husband about New York not being my favorite place.
He might have said, “See, I told you.”
I might have replied that once my rant was over I would love New York again.
Apparently there is even a term for these folks. Porch pirates. Yes, it’s a thing.
Anyway, I had visions of the pirate dressed in an eye patch, leopard leggings, reading the personal letter to my eldest, cleaning their eyeglasses with the wipes and having a go at the rest of the contents.
I could only hope that they were enjoying a cup of tea after having a few extra strength supplements.
Am I twisted?
My advice for the day is this. Ensure that a signature is required for packages.
Just Being Mary 