“Neither Snow nor Rain…”

When I lived in Murray I loved our postal worker. We lived in a basement apartment where the entrance was around the side of the house and down the stairs and without fail, he always brought over-sized parcels to our door. He was friendly and knew who we were. He gave me warm fuzzy feelings about the USPS. I actually took time to leave a compliment for him during one visit to the post office.

And then we moves and got the polar opposite in postal carriers. She has never once left a package on our porch. If it doesn’t fit in the mailbox, she just balances it on top. She has delivered our packages to our neighbors next door and across the street-once a big old amazon shipment that contained lots of surprises for Christmas and once a brand new ipod touch! Needless to say, she is not giving me reasons to be fond of her.

Today was a new low for her. It was raining/snowing which makes leaving packages on top of the mailboxes less than optimal. I send Nathan to get the mail and after a few minutes he came back to tell me that he couldn’t get the mail out of the box. I pulled on my coat, put up my hood, and went out to find this:

Needless to say, I was a whole lot of not happy. It was crammed in there so tightly that I had to get a box cutter and cut the box open so I could find somewhere to grab on in order to yank it out. The little gap at the top of the box made it all look deceptively easy, but the top side of the box was completely smooth with nowhere to grab and the little ridge all around the edges of the mailbox that allows the door to stay closed was preventing the box from sliding out. It took ten minutes to get the dumb thing out, all while standing in the freezing rain.

I will definitely not be leaving any compliments next time I buy stamps.

Mood Music

This post may be completely pointless for most of you, but any classical music geeks out there may enjoy it. It's raining again today and as the storm rolled in over the mountains, I just happened to be listening to Mozart's Requiem. And if there was ever a piece that was enhanced by a raucous thunder storm, this is it. The rain began and by the time I got to the Confutatis the thunder and lightning were starting. "Confutatis!"( Flash!) "Maledictis!" (Crash!) "Confutatis maledictis!" (FLASH! CRASH!) As the piece started to wind down, so did the storm. "Amen." (flicker) "Amen." (rumble) "Aaaa . . ." (drip, drop) " . . . men." I could not have timed it better if I had orchestrated it myself. I suppose it is just another example of life imitating art.

I told you non-classical music geeks you probably wouldn't care. Nevertheless, can't you just hear the high point of a thunder storm in the music?

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