Close, but no Cigar

    The third scavengered item was within my sight:  different road, different circumstances.  

     I was looking out Mom’s bedroom window across busy Flanders Street to unknown named neighborhood street.   (It is easy to look into this street now because someone shortly before Christmas drove through the fence in the backyard and large sections of it had to be torn down.)   I don’t wear glasses anymore, though I do still need them.  This isn’t vanity, it’s just that the lens would usually fall out when I wore them, and I haven’t gotten around in the last three years to getting new ones.  This has also prevented me from renewing my driver’s license – strict Colorado laws require drivers to be able to see things like fences in front of them.   So my vision was blurred as I looked out and saw in the middle of unknown named street some large item.   I squinted and peered hoping to overcome my myopia, but I couldn’t make out what it was.  To get to the item would be relatively simple.  Go out back door; walk through backyard; walk through area of torn down section of fence; cross busy Flanders; walk down unknown named street; look at street sign to learn name of street; pick up item; reverse steps with prize in hand.

    As I was thinking about doing this, the mailman drove up unknown street.   He got out of his truck, walked around it and picked up the item.  He carried it across the street and put it into someone’s yard on their snow covered lawn.   That’s when, if my senses weren’t deceiving me, (All logic students of days gone by better know that I am throwing this in here to make sure you remember that our senses never deceive us.) or should I say, if my act of judgment wasn’t faulty, that I could tell the item was a car baby seat.   How this would be in the middle of any street, known or unknown, is a good question and perhaps brings into question my sight.   But I am as sure as myopia allows that it was a baby seat.

    Did the mailman show that he knew something by putting the seat in the yard, or was he hoping that the loser of the item, possibly weeping, would return to the scene of the loss and discover it?   My judgment, having nothing to do with eyesight, told me to leave the item where it was. 

   The next time I looked out, the car seat was gone.

   No cigar, only a pipedream.

Jezu, ufam Tobie.