It drives me crazy when I get one of those orange slips from the Post Office saying I got a package or certified letter but am not there to sign for it. Being the worrywart and catastrophizer I am, I always imagine the worst. Is the IRS auditing me? Did someone die? Is it an eviction notice? What kind of bad news is it anyway? I mean, it HAS to be bad news. Right? What else could it be?
Well, to be fair, I’ve also received certified letters for JUNK MAIL. Those just get thrown out when I finally go to the trouble of driving to the post office and turn in my slip. And then I get really mad. Why are they wasting my time (and theirs)? Why would anyone send junk mail that way anyway? So, it could be that. It could be junk mail. Please God, let it be junk mail. I’d rather be annoyed than get bad news.
I was actually sleeping when the notice came. I think I remember hearing a vague knock on the door, but I wasn’t awake enough to register it in my head as something real at the door.
Of COURSE, when I woke up, it was 10 minutes past twelve, ten minutes too late for me to go to the post office to fetch whatever catastrophic news I was about to receive. And of COURSE, the Sender was left blank. Grrrrr. So I went online to the USPS website and typed in the long number on the back of the slip. I HAD TO KNOW.
Well. It turned out the sender is from the city where my dad lived and his wife still lives. You may recall my dad passed away June 6th of last year. I still have no idea what I received, but I’m thinking it might be some of the old pictures of me and other things I’d requested from his wife months ago. Maybe it’s even that pastel portrait of me at age six! I’ve wanted that for a long time but I was sure it was thrown out with the trash. It still may have been. I still have no idea what I’m getting, but at least now I know where it’s coming from so it most likely has something to do with my dad.
I really hope I’m getting some of those old pictures or my portrait. Fingers crossed!