a balmy 40 & all is well

8 Feb
old mailbox

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a day inside with the sun on the out just doesn’t sit right, so i bundle up all plaid, faux fur, and mush-resistant and head for the bank.

check in hand, i hope to raise both bottom line and the meter on my fresh-air tank. at least just a little.

i tumble down the stairs, not quite literally but with a wonder as to how i haven’t yet, literally.

out one door and then the other, i pause before closing the mosaic tiles of the foyer to the crisp air. the mail. i peak inside the charming box – a daily reminder of the history in these walls, beneath my feet, in this little town of bethlehem.

behind the squeaky hatch i hope to find a gift from netflix or a long-lost pen pal. instead i find another check. three times the first. long before i even started worrying about its arrival – here it is. paper to flesh. repayment for expenses, those floating debts we pretend not to mind, that buzz like horseflies overhead until pierced by the poisoned dart of a check like this one. i squeeze my eyes shut and hope happy hopes for the writer of checks, so prompt, so efficient, so fair.

what a coincidence, i think. i was just heading to the bank.

and just like that the world spins ’round. it feels so even, so organized, so simple. i walk down market, to main, to broad. and then return. choosing different crosswalks to throw off the guards, who usher children caddy-corner across whole intersections of melted snow.

i wonder, then, if this is the day when un-etched hopes are realized. the kind of day words like serendipitous were made to roll around in.

as i pass the mail once again and tumble up the same stairs, i get to the heart of it, to the most important question: if i think hard enough about going to the store, list and reusable bags in tow, will i find dinner’s arrived on our doorstep, all wrapped up in a shiny red bow?

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7 Responses to “a balmy 40 & all is well”

  1. Sandy February 8, 2011 at 8:19 am #

    Abby, do you have any idea of how good your writing is? This one sent me tumbling, happily, this morning. It’s publishable, I assure you. Almost anywhere bit some popular mags pay well. And I’m happy for your “windfall”, of course.

    • dearabbyleigh February 8, 2011 at 8:29 am #

      you were the first to tell me i could do this, dr. h so thank you so much for continuing to encourage me. i may send you some questions about that publishable business :). have a wonderful day!

  2. andrea February 8, 2011 at 2:43 pm #

    i love everything about this blog. i can’t even say why or put my finger on it. but i feel like i just followed you around town like a creeper, and yet i’m still smiling. which i guess is creeperish too.

    oh well. i like it alot.

    • dearabbyleigh February 8, 2011 at 2:46 pm #

      if i turned around and saw you creeping i would smile, too :)

  3. ashleynashville3 February 8, 2011 at 4:19 pm #

    some of your best writing yet! i was happy to check my mail today and all i got was a flyer of coupons by Red Plumb.

    Boo, where’s a fatty check for me?

    hope all is well in PA!

    • dearabbyleigh February 8, 2011 at 4:26 pm #

      thanks Ash! all i got today was a note from the YMCA – what does that mean???

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