My Sitcom Morning

We get all our mail delivered to a box at the post office. One: the mailbox on our door is really, really small and not for people who get actual mail. Two: it gives me an excuse to take a nice walk every morning (although not overly thrilling when it's pouring).

So I do my usual routine this morning. We were waiting for a letter from our insurance company, because we're changing policies for various bureaucratic reasons. The letter cancelling our contract arrived this morning. I stopped on the road back from the post office, next to a stone wall, to call JM on the cell phone and tell him. He wanted me to see if there was a check in the envelope (there wasn't). But, I had the cell phone, the keys, Maggie and the other mail. As I was trying to juggle it all a gust of wind comes and grabs the letter.

Does the letter fall into the street? Of course not! It gently floats over the wall and lands in the garden that is 40 feet below!!!!! The house belonging to the garden is closed up tight and, fitting in with the theme of the day, their gate is locked. I just stood there looking at my little white envelope lying forlornly at the bottom of that garden!!

Although it was beautiful and sunny this morning, rain was predicted for later on (and DID come in buckets!!!), and the people who own the house are only there on weekends!

Luckily, I decided to see if our insurance agent, who has an office in town, had a copy of the letter. She did!! So, all's well. But I was quite the embarrassed Possum for much of this morning! I think I won't be setting any letters down anywhere outside in the near future!

Ciao for now.

Randy