Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night
Could stay these couriers
From completing their appointed rounds
When I pick Judah and Wesley up from the bus stop, they take turns sitting in the front seat and checking the mail. Yesterday (an even-numbered day) it was Wesley’s turn. Imagine the overly dramatic pout on his face when he realized that the only mail in the box was outgoing, and there was nothing for us to take back to the house with us. Here’s what he said to me:
“This mail lady is getting sloppy. She’s getting sloppier and sloppier. First she was giving us someone else’s mail, and now she’s not giving us any mail at all.”
There is some truth to that…. Our erstwhile mail carrier was arrested recently for driving under the influence and has lost her license. A relative of hers has now taken over the mail route. I saw her not long ago when I ran down to the mailbox just in time to send some letters off with her. She shifted that long cigarette between her lips as she greeted me and handed me the mail.
I waited til she drove around the curve before I put it back in the box for my little boy to retrieve after school.