Yesterday afternoon I was sitting in my front yard in a gigantic cardboard box.
Backstory: yesterday morning we bought a shed. It is the kind that you put together, kind of like Legos for grownups except it requires hammers to assemble and is more utilitarian. It came in two huge boxes. Really big boxes. One of them could have been used for a double bed. The kids in the neighborhood – who had perhaps never possessed or seen such large containers – all thought I was awesome.
Anyway, we had hauled all of the pieces into the back yard so that my husband could get started on the shed building and I was in charge of breaking down the boxes so that they could be recycled.
So there I was sitting in my front yard in this gigantic cardboard box, hacking away at it with my Exacto knife, when a lady in a Jaguar drove by very slowly. She smiled and waved so I smiled and waved back.
I didn’t know her. She was probably in the age group that is older than my parents but younger than my grandparents would be if they were still alive.
She drove to the end of my street, turned her car around and drove toward my house again. This time she stopped and rolled down her window.
“Do you want me to pull you?”
She smiled at me.
Even as a joke the offer to tie my big box up to her Jaguar for a ride around the neighborhood was pretty awesome.
At least I think it was a joke.
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illustration from “Not a Box” by Antoinette Portis