I didn't think today could get any better. I started off the day at my Surgeon's office finding out that he is releasing me from the cast on my leg/foot, and allowing me to wear tennis shoes for 1 1/2 weeks, then I can get my right side opperated on. Awesome news...Right?
Well, I get home, and as I get out of the truck, I see this little piece of paper stuck in the front door. Ever had one of those dreams where your running, and can't get anywhere? Well I was living it. Hard enought to just walk, let alone wanting to get somewhere quick.
Here is what I find in the door.
Paper says my package is at the post office. So, what's a guy to do? Should I wait? Oh, HECK NO, I drove myself right to the post office to claim my prize. I go up to the counter when it's my turn, and hand the paper to the lady who takes it and goes in the back room.
She returns a few LONG minutes later holding only the paper I gave here, and said "I have some bad news for you". My mind instantly went to a good buddy who had just bought a priceless piece of stone art work that was damaged by the Post Office. I calmly asked what the problem was. She says that the package is still in the mail truck and she won't be back till 4. That I could return then and pick it up. You don't know the relief I had when she told me what the problem was.
I get back in the truck, and I say to myself "Self, you can go home and wait, or you can be the hunter you are and get your quarry". I chose to go into full predator mode. My mind
instantly pictured the surrounding area. I jumped on the phone trying to find where she might be, I called friends who are scatered all over the area to find out about their postal driver. My brain was going 2 million miles a minute (usually it's at only 1 million) thinking where would she go after she leaves my compound? I hit every back road and subdivision in a 5 mile radius of my place, and nothing. I hit Mill Lake, and and there was the Postal truck. Only it is a different driver. So I do a little small talk (scouting) and find out where she goes after my place.
I went thru probably 1/4 tank of gas in my search, and honestly was just about to give up, when I turned the corner, and there was MY Postal Lady. Her face lit up when she seen me, and reached for my box.
Here is the fruits of my relentless pursuit. NEVER GIVE UP!!! (sorry for the fuzzy picture, i was shaking with excitement)
Your going to have to hold on a few while I open this, and admire the piece of art that was hunted down today,before I get any more pictures up.