2012-07-14 - 7:43 a.m.
Something interferes with our internet service, the neighbor's cable, even the car radio.
Even more strange, the mail came three times yesterday. The first time, as I was driving home from Barnes & Noble (since I couldn't use the internet here for any length of time), then the truck was right in front of me when I turned into the neighborhood so I couldn't miss it. The truck dropped off the junk mail and then parked in front of the house next door.
Well, that's odd, I thought. I was supposed to get a book today. I went online and managed to dodge and weave the internet logjam, and, yes, I was supposed to get a book today. The USPS said it went out for delivery at 8 A.M. It was now 2:30 P.M. That's a long time for a book to find my door even in this zip code.
A little over an hour later, I saw a shadow on the door, so I went to unlock it. Yeppers. It was the mailman. He had my book. I figured at this point that they got back to the post office, realized they still had the package they were supposed to deliver, and came back. So...a little strange but not too whackadoo.
That was at 3:45. Another hour later, and DH came in with a fist full of mail -- his netflix, retirement fund stuff, banking stuff. "You have mail?" I asked, baffled. "Where did you get mail?"
"Erm, from the mail truck that was parked to block our driveway," he replied.
I glanced out the front window, and now the mail truck was parked sort of in front of the empty house. The mail truck came around three times in one day. Really? Not since the Pony Express days, bunky.
Later, around nine in the evening, I sat up and said to myself, says I, You know, it's almost like we're under surveillance. Or someone around here is under surveillance. Radio interference, a windowless truck hanging around all hours on a thin excuse...
I look out the window and I don't know what I expect to see, but I wasn't particularly pleased with what I did see.
The orange cat.
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