hell is paved with good intentions
So I received this gift in the mail yesterday. [Okay, not that gift, that is just a pretty picture I put up to make the site alluring and sparkley but a gift.] It is from someone who read my book. She really liked the book and wanted to send me a token of her appreciation. This is always a little odd to me. I have never sent an author a present. But people do do this. I know because I get gifts from readers. So I open the gift. It is a really thoughtful gift. There is a lovely dream catcher in there.
And some dog chews.
And a cute little cow dog toy.
And some kitty treats.
Whoever sent it knows about the cow cartoon. And about the animals.
Here is the thing she missed though.
All my animals are dead.
Jones died in the fall of 2005. Dolph died in the fall of 2004. Loke died in the fall of 2003.
[Fall really sucks around here.]
Receiving this is not quite as traumatic as the day I received a large package at the post office and it was Loke’s wheelchair – a week after I buried Loke. But still. Kind of horrifying.
I think, Well, how should I address this? And I think, well it was meant well. There is no point saying anything about the animals. I will just say thank you. So I track down the gift giver’s email and rattle off a short brief thank you.
She writes me back. Her name is not spelled traditionally. I should not have put an “h” in there.
Jeez. Excuse me gift girl. I did not mean to be insensitive there or anything I guess I was just KIND OF DISTRACTED YOU JUST SENT ME GIFTS FOR THREE DEAD ANIMALS.
Hell is so paved with good intentions.
In other news, I just knocked my own lowest score off the Tetrizz board.
I so rock.