Incredibly So

Have I mentioned that it's been raining here, and that I got called for jury duty, and that I'm really aching to see my kid again? These things are true. But also true, incredibly so, is that last night, returning in the dark to our abode here in the Philadelphia suburbs, I discovered (nearly tripped across) a bag full of incredibly beautiful blossoms. At no time in recent history have I seen such a gorgeous arrangement. But more than that, I've never been quite so surprised, except for that one time, when I turned sixteen, and my mother somehow managed to persuade high school super star Jim Clancey to come to our house for a party.

(He came to MY house for a party!!!!!!!!!)

(I always wished that I knew how my mother managed that.)

But that isn't all. Because just now, having been out and watching the stock market bounce all around down on someone's TV and thinking oh, what a mire we're in, when again might we feel somewhat deliciously carefree, a box arrived bearing a matching, gorgeous, cashmere-soft scarf and long gloves—gloves and scarf the HOUSE OF DANCE shoe color, if you know what I mean.

Both of these gifts being from the same one person, for some small thing that I had done. I don't ever remember being thanked so elaborately, so exuberantly, so lavishly, not for anything. I am rather in a stammer, and, basically, I'll be inarticulate and inadequate with glee the remainder of this afternoon.

So may I, Anna Lefler, send you the biggest (((((((())))))))) hug. For being who I guessed you would be, and even so much more sweller than that.