Friday, March 18, 2005
I arrived on a good Friday. Day 1, 3.18.05
I arrived (unannounced) in the mailbox on Friday, March 18 of my hostess, Cheryl. She lives in Tucson, Arizona. All I know about Tucson is there are cowboys, desert, and it gets very, very hot in the summertime. I am glad I arrived in Spring. Cheryl was ecstatic to see me as she had been anticipating my arrival for a couple of weeks. The drive from the post office to her home was uneventful, because she negated to take me out of my envelope. I was beginning to think I was with a really scary person. When she finally got me home and took me out of my carrier, a wide grin crept over her face. She commented on how cute I was, and what a wonderful outfit I was wearing. I felt relieved that she was genuinely pleased to meet me.I didn't arrive until late evening, and Cheryl was busy working on her computer. I just sort of took a look around her place while she worked on websites. I was shocked at how messy her place was; boxes stacked in every room, no furniture in her living and dining room, all her cupboards but one in the kitchen were empty. I had heard stories about people like this, so I started to get scared again. Upon noticing my apprehension, she started to laugh. Cheryl explained that she had been packed for a few months already, anticipating a move. However, the move got delayed so she is living out of boxes, literally, until the final move plans are cemented.
She explained that she was pretty tired and that we will do some fun things tomorrow. I was a little embarrassed because she caught me reading her information on the computer while she stepped out of the room. I apologized but she said it was 'okay' and I could read anything I was capable of. Cheryl stated that tomorrow, she was planning on going to a couple of health fares with lots of good free food given away.
As I anticipate all the good eats I will get tomorrow I lay me down to sleep.
