Sitting in the reading room, searching for my place in my latest, greatest book….. a loud knocking on my front door disturbed my morning outing. Oh dear, find the necessary paper; exit the reading room and go to the front door.
Pat, the mailman, was standing there:
“You have a package.”
“I haven’t ordered anything.”
“But you have this package” holding out this box…
“I don’t know anyone from this place; look at all the stamps and how it is all crunched on the side….”
“What if it is from a terrorists? Do you think there is a bomb inside?”
“But it is to light for that”….thrusting the box and other mail into my reluctant hands…
“Pat, you look good…you lost weight…”
“Yes,” he said, “I have been working out but can’t get my eating under control…” trying to escape, he starts down the steps and continues on as I call out
“Have a good day”
As I walked back through the living room into the den heading to the kitchen to place the offending box on the table for consideration and perhaps to open in a safe place…
fire extinguisher out…
plastic bag under the box on the table if there is unknown powder in the box…
screwed up my courage and cut into the tape all the while looking at the name and thinking
“I don’t know this name….
I know someone there, I’m sure I must…”
cutting into the tape and then the cinnamon smell escaped….ahhhhh…..a card
“Yes..” I had said, when asked if I would like some TRENARY TOAST. I knew I liked cinnamon toast and I thought it would be good crunchy so I had said “yes”….a promise that next time in town and if any were available she would send this out to fountainpen and me. How could I forget?
In my haste to get the bag out I tore the bag…..and more cinnamon smell escaped…so I dug in through the hole like a little chipmunk scratching up my carrots and radishes in the planter box on the patio….taking one out…smelling and then biting into the crunchy treat with a big smile….it was indeed REAL..TRENARY TOAST from Michigan arriving on a balmy, windy day in Alabama.
put away the fire extinguisher
turn off the water
put away the scissors
and the plastic bag…
get out the bread plate
place the toast on the plate
make the coffee…
settling into the patio chair to enjoy the REAL, extremely tasty TRENARY TOAST both dry as well as dipped gently into steaming black coffee…
what else could one wish for…I had it all
Thank you, Kathy, for making my day….
I must add that not only did she take time out from her busy day to send the package but also, turning the card over, one could see…yep, you guessed it…it was her photo and she had made the card. All this, while keeping up with Barry’s knees, managing the town taxes, writing her blog, and answering all those Freshly Press Comments. She would be what I would call a Type A personality and a Super Mom/Friend/Neighbor/Etc. Etc. Etc.
I cannot remember how I stumbled into finding her blog, however, it has been not just a blog but a Destination Blog!