I have written a letter once a week to a friend who can’t get electronic messages. I cheat by including blog posts, only adding personal news at the end. It couldn’t be easier. Sometimes, though, I make it much harder for myself. It happened this week. I spent a lot of time talking to people and realized at midnight that I hadn’t prepared the final part of the letter. The next morning I woke at 6:25, half an hour before the alarm would go off. I dressed for walking, then typed about one page before printing the letter and preparing it for mailing. There was still time for stretches and resistance bands before putting the letter in the mailbox and meeting Joyce at her driveway at 8. I told her that my arm began to go numb, because I was typing without stopping, and the angle was not good.

Later in the day I checked the video clips from the porch cam to see if the mail had come. I saw neighbors come and go, most in cars, but one on a motorcycle. Another neighbor walked Patches, her dog, and they showed up. A large truck delivered propane across the street, and a FedEx van turned around in my driveway. I never saw the car that usually delivers the mail, so I went out to check, anyway. To my surprise, I had mail! Not only did I have mail, but my outgoing letter was under the junk mail!

I am still wondering who delivered the mail without the movement triggering the camera. Surely it couldn’t have been a drone!! There is no drone that could open my very stiff mailbox door, which is not easy for me to do. Anyone walking on the street would have been recorded. I’m not going to solve the mystery by sitting here and wondering. Any suggestions???