a package that wasn’t for me got delivered to my porch yesterday.
it was the correct house number but wrong street and my tiny 60 year old ranchhouse-packed subdivision can be very confusing - lots of dead ends and all the street “corners” are curves - so telling one street from another can be tricky.
anyway, i was certainly curious and the package came from a quilting place… it has some kind of material. but of course it wasn’t mine and one of my neighbors was waiting for it. so i walked it around over there…
i know the house from walking Gui - everyone in my neighborhood knows all the houses. we are in old inexpensive post war ranchhouse subdivision with huge 50 year old trees, with about 87 houses on about 35 acres all total - it’s cozy but honestly affords a lot more privacy than many new subdivisions and the trees are a miracle.
anyway, i walked over there and 2 cars were parked in front of the open garage door which is usually the case. I have never walked up the 30 foot driveway to the door before. but when i did, i saw that the garage is completely full of stuff, stuff stacked on top of stuff with tiny pathways through it all. i went to the front door, and the storm door was closed but the main door was open. there was a handwritten sign on a taped up piece of paper that said… “Sorry about the mess!” and the inside of the house looked just like the garage. I put the package down and rang the bell…. stepped back a few feet (covid) and waited a minute or two. no one came so smiled at the door and window, sorta waved weakly, and then i left.
of course i did the right thing by delivering the package but it also left me with that… weird: everything is mutable - we never know for sure what’s right - feeling.
i mean, this looked like a relatively clean place, but definitely a hoarder sort of thing. i’m pretty sure it’s been building up for a couple… years?
anyway, i felt bad for whoever has to clean it all out at some point and i thought well – i delivered the package and added one more thing to that stack of work…
whatever. i’m rambling but… you just never know. we’re always just winging it and hoping no one gets hurt