Sidetracked Charley

Bird Painting Practice When things get totally dark I want to go into hiding. I hide in books, and movies, and gardens, and creating. I embrace words, and inks, and plants, and redesigning my house. Things which do not disappoint me. Yesterday I binged the Travelers on Netflix. Before streaming I would binge read. Just outside my bedroom door was a spot of carpet right in front of the wall heater. I would sit in what Dad called my frog position and read from morning to night; from Friday after school until Monday morning when I was told I had to go back to the classroom. And once at school I would sketch characters of the book along the margins of my notebook.  Such behavior got me notes about not using time wisely or not paying attention in class or would achieve more if she applied herself to the task . They just never totally understood my task to which I applied myself very well. It was ignoring the reality of their moment. When life got too stressful I just sought ...

So the envelope was hand addressed. The letter inside was officially addressed to me under a previous legal name and at an address I had not lived at in 30 years. It took a moment for me to even remember it was my townhouse in Lee's Summit, Missouri when I worked for an international construction firm building a new auto assembly plant. The stationary was official. There was contact information. I called the toll free number and verified the company existed. I, of course, Googled said company. They are a S&P 400 insurance company. In this day of scams and identity theft I was doing my propers before contacting them via email address provided and query them about where this unclaimed money was coming from. And definitely not providing any information until I was satisfied. Seems that company I once worked for had held pension funds which were now being distributed. I am not going to get rich but it is a tidy sum given my life style. Windfall comes to mind. And the gentlem...