I’ve been tracking my crate on UPS.com. It’s suppose to show up today. I have my front door propped open…the universal sign of somebody’s home here.
I’ve been listening for the truck…but it hasn’t come yet. It’s Monday, so the little store on the corner is getting its deliveries. And the “F” bus has come every half hour or so…and the #88 every twenty minutes.
I’ve cleared the driveway, and stuck a $20 bill in my pocket.
…waiting….waiting.
