Someone dropped this off in the driveway Saturday afternoon. I don’t know who it was because I was sound asleep in the living room. Stretched out with my feet on a hassock, a quilt draped over me while the television showed an episode of “Escape to the Country” (the British version of House Hunters) I wouldn’t have heard a logging truck, never mind a slab of a tree, arrive.
In my defense, I’d been up early. I’d gone to the laundromat, the grocery store and Home Depot. I’d unloaded groceries, baked a couple of cakes and dried the clothes.
I needed a nap.
Banjo Man says he can explain it, so I’ll wait until he gets here to hear “the rest of the story”. I never know what that man is up to.
Feel free to guess.
