Day 867 Me, how?

24th December 2019

Finished the latest TV cabinet, and set it out to take pictures.

The flower order still hadn’t been delivered to the flower shop, so we didn’t have any firm time to get to Saugatuck. There were some things Kelli wanted to get for her mother which meant a trip to Aldi.

The message arrived at 11.00 that the roses had arrived, which gave us plenty of time to complete the shopping and the drive down.

We had nine bouquets to deliver down to the deepest part of Fennville.

We retraced our route alone the edge of Lake Michigan, which shone like a million diamonds in the afternoon sun. On the way down Kelli spotted ten deer running across the road and though someone’s garden. They are beautiful animals, it’s hard to think of anyone wanting to hunt them.

We drove on, dropping orders to some impressive houses. Then we turned off millionaires row on to the dirt tracks heading for the town of Fennville.

We were searching for a particular address in chainsaw massacre country. One track took us to a rather dodgy place deep in the woods. There was no house number, so we stopped the van and I got out to inquire if we had the right place.

I knew the moment I looked in through the front door that no flowers would ever be seen in a place like this. There was rubbish all over the floor, so I turned to signal Kelli to turn the van round, I wanted it to be facing the way out in case the toothless axe murderer came after me. Naturally Kelli didn’t understand my gesticulation, which made my movement more rapid. I had no intention for us to be murdered on Christmas Eve.

We managed to find the correct address and only had to contend with a handful of wild turkeys who were very grateful to have survived Thanksgiving.

Our last delivery was to a ramshackle collection of huts, alongside the garage were a row of crosses depicting a pet cemetery. As I climbed the steps to the front door there was a box of kittens on the porch. I never realised that they came that way, America has everything.

There were others wandering around the yard, so I guess the person loved cats. I opened the screen door and knocked on the glass of the front door. A small wrinkled lady shuffled opened the door. I was hit with the smell of a thousand cats. I quickly handed the bouquet to the lady who sniffed them deeply, I expect that was the sweetest aroma she had experienced in ages.

That ended our adventure, it was starting to get dark as we headed back to Saugatuck, the Christmas decorations were the only things lining the streets. I had forgotten that nothing stays open, not even the bars, what a sad place.