On December 24, 2009, I posted Waiting for Our Mailma'am. Monday through Saturday, Rebel used to enjoy waiting for her approaching vehicle. But then something happened in April. Rebel stopped barking joyfully at the favorite car. Truth is, he stopped barking because he no longer saw his second favorite vehicle. (Needless to say, our car comes first because Rebel loves to go for rides in it.) Rebel still had the UPS vehicle to look forward to every day, but I could tell he really missed seeing our mailma'am drive up and down our mountain road. I figured our mail carrier must have either gotten a different route or another vehicle. Well, today the mystery was solved, when Rebel and I ran into our mailma'am at our mailbox down the road; apparently, she has been driving a new vehicle for several months now. However, until she actually pulls into our driveway, I am afraid Rebel will still be looking for the old car, a ghost of a favorite memory. Of course, there is still the familiar brown UPS truck, but it's just not the same. Rebel loved the familiar sound of the mailma'am's blue car, almost as if he picked up the vehicle's scent coming up the road.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Mailma'am Mystery Solved
On December 24, 2009, I posted Waiting for Our Mailma'am. Monday through Saturday, Rebel used to enjoy waiting for her approaching vehicle. But then something happened in April. Rebel stopped barking joyfully at the favorite car. Truth is, he stopped barking because he no longer saw his second favorite vehicle. (Needless to say, our car comes first because Rebel loves to go for rides in it.) Rebel still had the UPS vehicle to look forward to every day, but I could tell he really missed seeing our mailma'am drive up and down our mountain road. I figured our mail carrier must have either gotten a different route or another vehicle. Well, today the mystery was solved, when Rebel and I ran into our mailma'am at our mailbox down the road; apparently, she has been driving a new vehicle for several months now. However, until she actually pulls into our driveway, I am afraid Rebel will still be looking for the old car, a ghost of a favorite memory. Of course, there is still the familiar brown UPS truck, but it's just not the same. Rebel loved the familiar sound of the mailma'am's blue car, almost as if he picked up the vehicle's scent coming up the road.
