I love to shop for weird things on Tik Tok. As a huge believer in the concept of energy, frequency and vibration, I recently purchased a 9-piece tuning fork kit. Pure impulse purchase.
But Lisa has gotten into it as well, so we might actually use it.
Well, I have to give Tik Tok their due, their on-line shop keeps on top of their deliveries.
So, yesterday morning, when I came back from a short trip into town, there was a package on my front porch.
I brought it in and opened it. Now I never check the labels because if it’s on my porch it’s probably mine. And Lisa has been shopping up a storm for the two youngest grans birthdays.
Turns out it was some fancy sweatsuit – something Tony Soprano might wear – or at least Fat Pussy — so I asked Lisa if she was dropping a hint that I should be getting more exercise, or maybe I should have taken that offer so long ago.
After the appropriate sneer, she grabbed the bag and read the label. It was meant for another svelte man that – after checking Google Maps – lived about 20 miles south of us.
Now I know how pissed I get when something I’ve ordered disappears on route. So, I told Lisa I’d drop it at his place. And off I went. I actually found the place without any hassle, and, good deed done, returned to Casa Claire.
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When I got home, I got a text from an unknown number, which I usually automatically delete, but yesterday being opposite day –
this time I opened it. It was the Tik Tok driver. All apologies. So, I called off all of the hexes I placed upon him and Tik Tok and responded.
And of course, despite his use of a plural pronoun, or his Freudian slip that he may have multiple personality disorder, I tried to be human.
And when he called me “the best person in the whole world” who was I to argue.
I showed the text exchange to Claire, who just whinnied, shook her head and took a dump.
I remain the Rodney Dangerfield of Proxima b.
However, by the end of the day the Tik Tok driver made good on his word and delivered the package he was supposed to.
And inside a box that was way too large for its contents, was the set of tuning forks we were expecting.
Anyway, you have to grab the mitzvahs God offers you. They are better than apples, as one a day will keep the Reaper away.
So, pay it forward. It usually works out for the best. And if it doesn’t, you still usually end up better off than you expected. Looking forward to trying out those tuning forks.
Today, I have my youngest gran Stella — yes, the hybrid from The Claire Saga (write what you know) — visiting because her mom is substitute-teaching at the older girls’ school. She had a birthday party with friends yesterday.
Given that she is part Brit, curtseying comes naturally to her.
If she comes over dressed up as a princess, I’m going to tell her I’ll use the tuning forks to move her into another dimension. Should be fun.
Well, that’s it for now, I have to get my tuning fork set all prepped for interdimensional transport.
Oh, and I watched Indiana beat Miami in one hell of a college football game last night. So, I was up way past my bedtime.
You fine, five readers enjoy the fact that Monday passed by you like a ghost in the hallway. Just an unexpected chill. Four days ’til the weekend.
But no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.
