February 19, 2021 Thirty-three Below

Good Morning! Surprise, I pop out the door. Brisk. Refreshing like a dive in the ocean, but ninety degrees colder. Waiting for the warm, but no.

The cold isn’t my real problem. I’m stuck with the image of my beautiful CSA box of organic, free range vegetables decomposing on a far flung tarmac. Full Circle Farms assured me that my veggies, due on Wednesday, were coming. When? Unknown.

You find out about deliveries to the McGrath Terminal on the online message board which you should check every time you hear a plane fly over. For me that’s all the time because I often think a snow machine is a plane.

Oh, I hear the 727 fly over. It’s 6:30 pm.The sun is down and it’s approaching darkness. I really don’t want to drag my sled a mile down the road in this dark frozen night, but I really want my veggies. I must check the board of disappointment again.

I text my landlord to see if he can pick them up. He sends a text that he is flying his plane and heard on his radio that the cargo plane had landed. He would check when he was on the ground. Unfortunately, he needed to go to the terminal three times. Unloading the pallets takes a long time. I can’t image how large a shipment can fit on a 727 cargo plane.

He arrived maskless. He stayed outside. Under the porch light, I was shocked how different he looked without a mask. He had a big mustache. I would have never picked him out of lineup.