Mr. Fed Ex with the first box of books
COMING OF THE BOOK JULY 20, 2015
A knock on the door, and I notice only a small FedEx at the curb — maybe only part of books have arrived. It’s the 15th on time. Mr. FedEx went back to the truck, and I watch him try to stack about 8 boxes on the dolly, but they keep sliding and falling off, he keeps trying to keep them on. He finally was disturbed enough to put all of them on the bed of the truck, except for just one left on the dolly. He brought it up to door all by its lonesome where the Warden and I were anxiously awaiting. He explained that he cannot unload them inside the house – Company rules, insurance liability, etc., etc. He could only unload them on the outside. The Warden said she could handle it. He did break rules and kind of put them in over the threshold.
There were 18 boxes, by no means lightweight, that the Warden had to wrestle with, but she stacked them by the front door, even in front of the left half of the front double door. About all I did was direct the flow, and maybe a little shoving into place if one was on the tile. (I remembered how slick the tile can be when “I TOOK A TRIP ON THE NILE TILE” a few years ago. That’s a story a couple of years ago in this book which we are now hassling with today.)
This is not the end of the wrestling with those buggers. I have to autograph them before Saturday, the 25th, in readiness for their “coming out party.” I did not use a pen in hand that first day. I could barely, in fact, I am not even strong enough to get them open. The Warden came to the rescue and opened every box for me.
I took pen in hand and started with a few books on Thursday, then sped up a bit on Friday, signing, signing, signing, and by Saturday, the 18th, fingers, hand, and right arm felt like they had been run over by the usual Mack Truck. I thought of going around the corner onto Miles, lay down on the curb, and wait for a Mack Truck to thunder by. I would quickly stick my arm out to get the hand under a wheel. I have never been hit by a Mack Truck, and here was my chance to see how it feels.
Back to the books – only about half are done, so I had better get out of this slow-moving mode and change gears from 3rd, or 4th, to drive. So, by Saturday evening I only had 40 left. (The hand and fingers feel like they are in shreds.)
Today, being Sunday, I have to get this off over Mexican skies to Tammy, along with my oh so professional photographs for all of you to see tomorrow morning.
NAME OF THIS BOOK IS “WHAT A LIFE!” AND STRANGELY IT IS ALL MY STUFF. GET ONE, YOU WILL LIKE IT – ALL 353 PAGES.
MELITAS FORSTER MONDAYS WITH MELITAS
Alba starting to stack the boxes of books
Not even half of them!
mine all mine!!
