Crazy Crazy

Life is always a surprise. Yesterday I opened the mail and a box of cards fell out. The other day I sat at the car dealership waiting for service and got into talk with my fellow waiters as we watched Fox News together. Clearly my fellow waiters were passionate Republicans. So in the interest of peace and goodwill I moderated my usual discourse from flaming expressions of disgust for the present administration. Having nothing good to say, I said almost nothing. Then on the TV something was said about those packs of cards which came out along with the early days of the "War on Terror," the cards with the pictures of prominent terrorists we wanted to arrest. I said that I regret not buying one of those card packs while they were still for sale. One of my fellow waiters handed me paper and pen and said, "Give me your address. I'll give you a set." Come to find out, he's in military intelligence. No, I didn't tell him that the words "military intelligence" are oxymoronic. He said that he had lots of those sets and would be glad to give me one. I wrote out my address and forgot the whole thing. Then yesterday, there were the cards. Gracious sake. Imagine. A whole, complete and total surprise.

Second surprise...today on the neighborhood e-list, a woman said that yesterday when she and family got home from church, one of her kids noticed a woman in a tree beside their house. Her husband rushed out but not fast enough to catch the woman who escaped in an old car. The woman had disturbed things in enough places to give them the impression that she'd had lots of time to look for what she wanted, but actually had not stolen anything by the time they got home. Imagine. A grown woman climbing down a tree to escape from your house. Crazy.