Becoming B on Nostr: I delivered a package to my mom's neighbors the other day. He and his wife live ...
I delivered a package to my mom's neighbors the other day. He and his wife live across the road from her. Not directly, but close enough you can see their house from her driveway.
They're an older couple. I've seen who I thought were their kids and grandkids around there at times. He speaks with a German accent. I've heard he's from Germany. I've never spoken with his wife. Once and awhile I see the two of them out walking together on the road.
They've been living there for well over 5 years now. They used to live over on County A. I deliver mail. I know these things.
Sometimes I see he and his wife out in the woods with a chainsaw clearing brush and deadfall. Usually when I see that a pile of firewood, a couple wheelbarrows of jackpine, is left near my mom's woodshed.
He's been doing that since they lived there. When my Dad was alive he said he just showed up with the firewood and offered it to him to burn in his outdoor wood boiler. He's been doing it ever since. It's enough for a couple days burning.
I delivered a foreign package to him on Tuesday. It needed a signature. I didn't quite make it to the front porch and he was out there ready for it. Said he'd been waiting all afternoon for it.
After he signed and I handed him the package I told him who I was. That my mom and grandma lived across the road from him. Then I thanked him for dropping off the firewood for all those years.
His face lit up. He asked me my name again. I told him it was Curt with a "C". I figured he's German, that might matter. He told me his name again. Said it was nice to meet me. He was going to say more but I had to tell him I had to get going because I was 3 hours behind. "Ok, then!" He said. And I was on my way.
Now he knows who is mailman is. And I know who my mom's neighbor is.
Fire #111
1.23.25
They're an older couple. I've seen who I thought were their kids and grandkids around there at times. He speaks with a German accent. I've heard he's from Germany. I've never spoken with his wife. Once and awhile I see the two of them out walking together on the road.
They've been living there for well over 5 years now. They used to live over on County A. I deliver mail. I know these things.
Sometimes I see he and his wife out in the woods with a chainsaw clearing brush and deadfall. Usually when I see that a pile of firewood, a couple wheelbarrows of jackpine, is left near my mom's woodshed.
He's been doing that since they lived there. When my Dad was alive he said he just showed up with the firewood and offered it to him to burn in his outdoor wood boiler. He's been doing it ever since. It's enough for a couple days burning.
I delivered a foreign package to him on Tuesday. It needed a signature. I didn't quite make it to the front porch and he was out there ready for it. Said he'd been waiting all afternoon for it.
After he signed and I handed him the package I told him who I was. That my mom and grandma lived across the road from him. Then I thanked him for dropping off the firewood for all those years.
His face lit up. He asked me my name again. I told him it was Curt with a "C". I figured he's German, that might matter. He told me his name again. Said it was nice to meet me. He was going to say more but I had to tell him I had to get going because I was 3 hours behind. "Ok, then!" He said. And I was on my way.
Now he knows who is mailman is. And I know who my mom's neighbor is.
Fire #111
1.23.25