Birfday
Midsummer’s eve is upon us, so I guess it’s my birthday now. Moshe warned me of the superstitious dangers of wishing one a Happy Birthday early after wishing me one yesterday, but he lives in the future, so I guess it’s ok.
My parents told me that they were sending something, so, of course, that’s been bugging me for the whole week. I has assumed that they would time the package as they would for my sister, about a week farther along the mail route, and I debated whether or not I’d open it when it arrived or wait until today. However, they instead shipped UPS, and the timing was meticulous. I saw an envelope in the mail today, my mother’s careful Palmer script clear even in the dark of the mailbox, but this was just a decoy card. The real goods left their evidence in the form of a UPS InfoNotice, and, according to the tracking information, it’s being shipped from Port Arthur, LA. I don’t know of anything in Port Arthur, so the only assumption I can make is that my present is actually being smuggled in from Cuba, as many convertible pesos spent on well-placed bribes as on the package itself, and Port Arthur is being used instead of Miami to confuse customs. I honestly don’t know what it is, and with my luck I won’t be able to pick it up until Monday. Thanks, Mom and Dad, whatever it is.