When my brother told me to be expecting a package on the Friday before Thanksgiving, I was curious, yet a bit apprehensive.
Years ago, he wrote, “I am going to send you a deer tenderloin.” I panicked for days, worrying that I hadn’t sent my “NO THANKS!” fast enough to prevent a chunk of Bambi from being delivered to my front door. (Yes, deer diners, I’m sure it’s tasty.)
He gives lovely gifts when he wants to, so this time could either be a wonderful surprise. . . or it could be another banana keychain. He had e-mailed my Youngest Daughter that I needed to broaden my sense of humor and he was going to help me.
Reason enough to worry.
A large box arrived on Friday, just as he’d said. I opened it hesitantly, lest some animal be among the contents.
Indeed, that is exactly what it was, just not in a form I expected.
There was this:
Also, a squirrel on a gold chain.
It was a fascinating collection. How long did it take my brother to assemble that squirrely gift?!?
I have placed the pillows on the swing on the screened porch. They stare at me through the French doors when I sit in the sunroom. I can’t help but stare back, wondering what telepathic message they’re trying to send me. Look at those eyes!
The enameled box sits on the end table here beside me.
Gawd help me, I even wore the necklace when my brother was here for Thanksgiving.
(Note to self: Inform family that upon my demise, they are NOT to bury me wearing that necklace.)
I want one of THEM to have it.
My sense of humor, I think, is broader already.