I miss riding the bus with Jeff each morning. We’d bemoan the hard seats (when it wasn’t the regular cushy bus) and point out the clouds to each other when they were big and puffy against the bright blue sky. Jeff would have liked these ones… the phone would have come out for a quick snap.
“I’ve got some bad news,” Lukas said first thing when I answered the phone at my desk. And then, while I was worrying about what the bad news could be, he followed it up with, “There’s a box with ‘Live Birds’ written on it sitting on our porch!” A quick phone call to the post office got the birds picked back up. One would think the previous owners would have doubled checked that their address was updated before waiving the signature needed for the delivery of live animals.