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in which Tim, EZ, and I have a mini adventure

July 15th, 2008 (05:35 pm)

current mood: refreshed

This morning I was awakened by the baying of the hounds as UPS breached East Gate security to deliver a box. I lay in bed for a while, trying to remember anything I might have ordered. Maybe I accidentally won an ebay auction or bought books in an insomniatic stupor. With a sigh, I finally caved to my curiosity and retrieved the package.

It was my address all right, but it was to the name of a person who didn't live here. I called information for Mr. MW's number, but he isn't listed. (Farewell, landlines, with your helpful operators.) Once I knew that Tim was up, too, I called and asked him if Mr. MW was one of his pseudonyms or aliases. He denied it. I tried to locate a number for the business in Brooklyn that shipped the package, but that didn't pan out. So Tim leashed EZ and we walked down to the Abomination That Is The Ginormous Condo to see if anyone named MW lived there. No one was home in any of the units, but the name didn't match their mail. (Yes, okay, we checked their mail, but we didn't tamper with or steal anything, so leave us alone, USPS Police.)

I really didn't want to take the box to UPS, because I know what it's like to wait and wait for a package that never comes. So Tim, EZ, and I loaded up in the car and drove to a couple of Montrose businesses that might have more familiarity with the residents in the 'hood than we do. One of those businesses is a florist. I spoke to the owner, J, outside his shop. He didn't know MW, but since he thought it was sweet of us to go to such effort, he lured me inside to his cooler and presented me with an Augusta Louise rose, which is pictured here in a vase from The Brides' wedding because I couldn't bear to cut any of its elegant length. It smells DIVINE. If you ever need a Houston florist, just ask, and I'll hook you up.

After J was introduced to Tim, we were on our way--this time to surrender the package to UPS. Sorry, Mr. MW; I hope it all works out for you. In the meantime, thanks to you and your mysterious address and especially to J for giving me such a lovely gift to share with my LJ friends and readers.


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