An Alien Among Us
I woke up today and the first thing I thought about is that your book will arrive today. Sometime today. Sitting in my office, whiling away the time, waiting till I held your book in my hand, I did what I could to keep myself occupied. This and that, a lot of busy work. Just waiting for the moment.
Outside my window I heard the sound of the postal truck, I looked up just in time to see it pulling away from the curb and on down the street. I ran downstairs to my mailbox. Lifted the cover. Empty.
“Well, maybe not today,” I thought to myself. "Things don’t always arrive the time it is said they will. Still, maybe it will get here by way of another carrier. There is always hope.”
Having just thrown myself into what I was doing, out on the edge of my ear I heard my doorbell ring. "That other carrier is here and is ringing my doorbell. Ah, this must be it.”
As I signed for the booksize package, I said to the guy as he handed it to me,
“Do you know what this is?” ‘Ah, no,” he said.”
“This is one of my son’s first finished and published book.”
“Wow,” he said, “congratulations.”
“Yes, my first literary grandchild.”
After signing for the book, I gathered it into my chest and in two at a step time ran up the stairs to my office. I took out my letter opener, my trusty Swiss Army knife, and just about the time I started cutting away at the wrapping, I realized I wanted to share this moment with Felista. However, Felista was out on an errand.
“Okay, I can do this. I can contain my excitement till she returns,” and in a short while return she did.
Once again I took out my letter opener, my trusty Swiss Army knife, and just about the time I started cutting away at the wrapping, Felista said, “Wait, where is your camera? We need pictures of this.”
And cut I did and picture take she did.
"There it is, Felista. Imagine. A whole complete book." I said. Then, "It is one thing to get a Ph.D. You stay at it long enough, there is always someone to help bring you through the process, and then it is done. But to write a book? All that is done is done entirely and completely on your own. There is no one to tell you to get the pen out and write. So many start or talk about writing a book. Few do. Here is Pete's book. Amazing."
I stopped for a second, looked down at the book, his name on it. "He did it. Fantastic."
And then I started reading it. But not for long.
"Felista, this calls for a celebration. Let's go out and celebrate with dinner." And so we did.
Now it is time to sit back and have a good read.
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