This is my wonderful five year old dog, Lilly standing on her favorite rock, waiting and watching. She is waiting for her favorite truck to come down the driveway. She is not picky. She would settle for a UPS, FedEx or DHL vehicle. And today I am not picky. I want any of the above trucks to speed down my driveway with a large dust cloud following behind. I want the speedy delivery man to jump out in one fluid motion, race up my walkway and lean on my doorbell, announcing the delivery of THE book. I want to do my happy, happy, joy, joy dance around my house as I celebrate the fact that I now possess my very own copy of THE book.
Curious yet as to what book I am impatiently waiting for? It is not 'The Joy of Cooking'. I already own that. It is not "The Joy of Sex'. Been there, done that. But it does have something to do with the joy of living and I NEED the book, on many levels.
I thought the book had arrived on Friday. I heard the delivery truck roaring down the driveway. I ran, slid, fell down the stairs so I could grab THE book out of the delivery man's hand, politely, of course. I ran my hand through my tangles and patted the wrinkles out of my shirt. I wanted to look well put together when he presented me with THE book. I tried to not tremble too much as he handed me the package. The day had finally arrived. I had received...wait a minute. The box he handed me was a six inch cube. This was not your typical book shaped package. Well, the author is not your typical author so,maybe, just maybe, she had written a cube shaped book. I was feeling a bit skeptical as I tore the cardboard apart. Oh darn it. I forgot that I had ordered THAT! Another day without THE book.
BEEEEEP. BEEEEEP. So why is the FedEx, UPS, DHL man blasting on his horn while sitting in my driveway? Maybe he found THE book, hidden in a pile? I ran, tripped, skipped out to the truck. Oh, happy days!
"Hey, lady. Would you come get your dog?"
What is he talking about? I looked under the truck. No Lilly there, thank goodness. I looked in the front of the truck. No Lilly there.
"Where is my dog?"
"She is in my truck and she won't get out. Would you come get her?"
I looked in the truck and there sat my Lilly dog. Sitting politely, waiting.
" Oh, she is just waiting for a cookie. The speedy delivery man who usually comes here always gives her a treat. She is just waiting for her treat."
"I don't carry treats. Now what do I do? How do I get her out of the truck?"
"Just give her THE book. She will settle for THE book."
"Lady, I don't have your book."
"Did you check in every pile?"
"Yes, I did."
"Did you check way in the back?"
"Yes! Now please get your dog out of my truck. "
Fine. I called Lilly and she came out of the truck. Disappointed, we both walked into the house. No treats, no book. But tomorrow is another day.
It is my hope that you are now a bit curious as to what book it is that I am waiting for, and why, what, who, when...all these questions will be answered by Saturday, September 20th. Check in off and on this week as I will be giving more tips and clues. You won't be disappointed.