Fidál (Grace), 8 Asmá’ (Names), 170 BE – Tuesday, August 27,
2013 about 2:16 PM Pacific Daylight Time
It is the last Tuesday in August and I am waiting for the
mail carrier to arrive. I have not seen the U.S. Postal Service truck drive
past. I have not heard letter slot in the front door. All right, strike that! I
just heard the carrier drop something through the slot. Perhaps the letter I am
waiting for has arrived. Perhaps I will have to wait another day or two for it
to come.
I should get up and go into the entrance hall to pick up the
mail. I know that just sitting in front of the computer typing this entry is
not going to get the mail that is waiting for me. I eventually I have to pick
it up to see if I received a bill, junk mail, or something important. While I
am up, I should get a glass of ice water and check the thermostat.
It sounds as if; I am attempting to find something to do
beside pick up the mail. I want to pick the mail up, so that I know if the letter
came. The problem is that I do not want to know if the letter did not come. I
know that does not make sense; however, that is how I feel right now. I may as
well check to see if the letter came. I will post this and then check the hall
for the mail.
