Friday, June 11, 2010


I’m getting really good at tossing newspapers. I used to have the worst aim. I’d land newspapers in flower beds or smack the aluminum siding on houses with such force that dogs would bark and lights would flip on in neighboring houses. Now I have perfected my technique so that I can either land the paper right on the welcome mat in front of the door or if I’m further away, I can get it to slide neatly to the door without it even unfolding! I wish I had the type of route that could be delivered from a bicycle because I think I might be able to accurately land a paper while on the fly. Hmmm. Something to put some serious thought into…

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Falling Down Part 2

I don't feel as though I properly described the flair with which I fell that first Sunday on my new route. It was quite grand. The reason I feel compelled to elaborate is because I keep replaying the scene as it may have looked to an observer in my mind. Every time I see it I can't help but laugh out loud. The sheer ridiculousness of the whole thing is what strikes me. I literally went down like a ton of bricks. There wasn't a modicum of grace involved. And once I was down I spent a few beats laying on my back like a turtle, instinctively protecting the papers whose safety I've been entrusted with. Then I rolled to my side and struggled to my feet under the weight of the heavy Sunday edition. The whole thing was absurdly hysterical. : )