Sleep has been quite elusive ’round these parts for weeks under a generous definition of slumber, and months/years under an even more expansive definition. Thus, the mental to-do lists have really ramped up their late night visits. On Monday evening, I vaguely register some sort of message to confirm that Nate has received his new All Stars uniform in time for the tournament this Saturday.
Racking my brain… I remember I ordered it when we were in Hawaii. And I know we do not have a package or a post office slip. I text our team manager— what does the package look like and was it coming directly to us? She tells me it’s a white Amazon-looking bag and forwards me the site where I ordered it. There’s a tracking number. It says it was delivered to my front door on Friday. It’s Monday almost Tuesday. I go to bed. This is a problem for another day.
I wake-up in the middle of the night and add to my mental to-do list: Uniform over the hill?
My neighbors said the storm on Saturday night was the windiest they can ever remember.
The next morning I present my hypothesis to Uncle Geoff and send him over the side of the mountain in his Crocs. He comes trudging back up from deep in the woods with a small propane tank, an old porch pillow, and a package of brand new All Stars jerseys.
Night.