"Why is my mail wet?" you ask? It's raining. Yup, the mail gets wet when it rains.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Posted notes: The Fall
Today, I fell for the first time in November. As I descended upon the green grass, I couldn't help but see a lush cloud of evergreen delight approach me. This luscious bedding appeared as tastily and heavenly as a vanilla injection on a sultry, sweaty day. I was powerless to avoid the fall, and I surrendered as a victim of clumsy circumstances. Face first, I fell from folly falling forward on foliage (Haha!! Success!), laughing to myself while I laid prone on someone's property. Certainly, this was a curious scene to witness a man overjoyed and giggling to a point of buffoonery while he appeared to be resting on someone's lawn at 1:30pm in the afternoon. I literally laid there and laughed at the curious scene in which I happened to be the leading man.
Of course, a rush of reveries invaded my cerebral, and I thought about the countless possibilities of mailmen committing the same acts of comedic bravery for choosing to remain on the lawn and absorb the humiliation of not being the svelte, graceful gazelles of the community as many consider us to be. How many letter carriers have stumbled on a tree's roots, fallen, and laughed hysterically as they rolled in the leaves? Admittedly, I'd pay money for a reenactment.
Sure, I could have prevented myself from falling, but I couldn't remember the last time I allowed myself to be humbled by gravity's impact. Why fight the fall when I could enjoy it?
Of course, a rush of reveries invaded my cerebral, and I thought about the countless possibilities of mailmen committing the same acts of comedic bravery for choosing to remain on the lawn and absorb the humiliation of not being the svelte, graceful gazelles of the community as many consider us to be. How many letter carriers have stumbled on a tree's roots, fallen, and laughed hysterically as they rolled in the leaves? Admittedly, I'd pay money for a reenactment.
Sure, I could have prevented myself from falling, but I couldn't remember the last time I allowed myself to be humbled by gravity's impact. Why fight the fall when I could enjoy it?
Monday, November 3, 2014
Posted notes: The laughing birds...
The other day, I witnessed a bird fly into a glass screen door. I immediately started laughing, a veritable fit of hysterics that would incite alarm in several small villages. However, this made me think about how many frequent times I, the fallible mailman, have walked into tree branches. This led me to believe that the birds, after witnessing my affable follies, have been chuckling at my antics the entire time. Instantly, I was transported via walking reveries to imagine a world where humans are forever a source of entertainment for nature and wildlife...fascinating, eh?
Sunday, October 19, 2014
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