In Conversation at the mailbox

Though the day is hardly over, I thought I would write about this tiny Perfect Moment in this post. I haven’t written as much as I would like, and I should keep those muscles working.

Since late last night, the snow has been falling steadily. On the radio, they referred to it as a “winter wonderland”, and to be fair, they were right. It was beautiful and anticipates Christmas so well. From my home office virtual classroom hub I could peer out the window and alternate between wondering if I should go out and shovel or whether it would melt. For the record, I shoveled, the remainder melted, and now it has started again. At least the sidewalks are clear……for now.

I went out to the mailbox, having skipped yesterday for some reason. I hit the combination jackpot with a magazine, an early Christmas card, a bill, and some junk mail. The only way the world could have gotten any brighter would have been to receive some stamps for my collection. Since I hadn’t ordered any, that was unlikely to be the case.

As I crossed the street in search of the box, with my head down bracing against the cooler temperatures–I should let you know that I was rather improperly dressed. I hadn’t even put socks on before jamming my feet into a pair of ratty gym. I had on my fleece, so I wasn’t too cold—I heard someone shout my name.

In one of those rare instances, when things work exactly as they should, I identified the person by voice and was able to recall her name. This is quite the feat because the last ten times I have seen her, I could not drag her name from the recessed parts of my brain until we had finished talking. It was my neighbour (down the street neighbour) Nina. We had a pleasant, chat standing more than the advised two metres apart.

If you ask me which of these things was the Perfect Moment, and you don’t already know the answer, you should probably read more of my posts.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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4 Responses to In Conversation at the mailbox

  1. Lovely, lovely snow! I wish I could remember people’s names …

  2. Raquel says:

    The joy of small talk!

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