Old Mail

On my way to pick up my son from school today, I drove past this house set on a large piece of land. The house was set back to the rear of the property, leaving an expanse of a front yard that’s most likely bigger than my entire property. Being set so far back meant that there was a long winding driveway from the house to the mailbox by the street.

Coming down that driveway at a literal crawl was a small SUV. It stopped next to the mailbox, and an old woman got out of the passenger side. She was tiny bent with age with stringy white hair and a cane. She hobbled to the mailbox, looked inside to retrieve the contents, and then hobbled back to the car. In the driver’s seat, I saw a little old man skinny and frail, gripping the steering wheel and waiting for her. After his wife got back in the car, the little old man backed the SUV back up the winding driveway to the house.

It was adorable to see the old man driving his wife to the mailbox, so she didn’t have to walk all that way. And it was adorable to see this couple still doing things together after all these years. That’s what I want for myself.

The Forecast

Today, we started a two-day landscaping project on our front yard. The weather forecast is calling for a 40% chance of rain tomorrow. Now, normally I wouldn’t give that much thought. We seem to have a magical protective bubble around our area that prevents rain from reaching our grass, so a 40% forecast translates to a less than 1% reality. But given the fact that we actually DON’T want rain this time, I’d say the chance of actuality goes up to 122%. There’s also a 138% chance that it only rains on our house and skips everyone else’s.

UPDATE: It did in fact rain during our project, but at least it waited until the end of the day. And it was after they had put the new sod down, so a positive result after all.