The creaking of the boards on the weathered bow

Tiny town is a weird place. At noon every day, an air raid siren goes off. It’s to tell everyone to close up shop for either a half or a full hour to take lunch. I’ve now learned when I go to the post office after lunch, I’m picking up the mail from yesterday. So when I went down today, hoping for my book, it wasn’t there.

I wasn’t mad, just disappointed, that I’d have to wait until Monday for my book. Canada Post doesn’t deliver on the weekends (something I still have to get used too). Don’t even get me started on PO boxes!

So once we figured that out, a way I went again to the post office, and found the package slip. I brought that to the counter and got my book. I raced home and ripped open the box. I had to smile at the faces my mom and Gramma had when they what looks like an old library book! My god, it even smells like an old book!

Now, broke my rule a little an read a little bit, but my attention kept getting pulled away by the TV. So I’ll wait until Shady Acres goes to sleep to really jump into it for a half hour or so. It’s really going to test my ability to juggle 2 stories at once with all the words and different fonts on the page.