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Cat on a Bench Under a Hammock Next to the Birdbath, 2014

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“I know an old lady who swallowed a cat,
Imagine that, to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her,
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly,
I guess she’ll die.” – words written by Rose Bonne

Stories from the Porch

Mr. Tiger

Mr. Tiger  Photo by Joseph P. McRedmond

Mr. Tiger
Photo by Joseph P. McRedmond

I was taking my third break from my extremely busy life as an unemployed Director of Developmental Disabilities Programs and went to sit out on the front porch to once again enjoy the beautiful weather. Mr. Tiger, our mail carrier, was about half way back up the block on the other side of the street. I was excited to see him, as he had been on vacation for a good part of August, and while he was gone we were getting our mail as late as 9pm on some days.

Today as usual, he was wearing his safari hat. He is the greatest mail carrier I have known in a lifetime of receiving mail. If we order larger items that will not fit in the mailbox, such as records, he will improvise hiding places for them, so they do not get stolen off of the porch. He is very concerned about that. He also likes Hondas, and has commented on my wife’s car many times.

Today I watched him, hoping to have a chance to wave to him or say hello, and I was looking at him, but trying not to appear to be scrutinizing him too much. He never looked my way. I watched him walk up the steps to the house right across from mine, and put the mail in their box.

Then he fell to the ground, face down on their porch. I thought maybe he had collapsed from a heart attack, or was experiencing a grand mal seizure, and was about to utilize my current CPR & First Aid Certification to hopefully resuscitate this poor man or clear the way of any dangerous obstacles if it was in fact a seizure.

But before I got up, and after taking a more careful look, I learned that he was simply doing push ups. And he did a lot of them. Over 50. On their porch. With his safari hat still on. I could see the owner of that house through her front windows sitting at her dining room table working on a laptop. I wondered would she notice? Would she get up to get the mail and see Mr. Tiger doing push ups on her porch? Would her reaction be the same as mine or would she think nothing of it? But she never got up, and Mr. Tiger continued until he couldn’t do anymore.

I fumbled for my phone to sneakily take a snapshot but just couldn’t get the camera to load quickly enough. I was taking aim when he got right up, turned around, and looked right at me. And I finally had my moment to wave.

I now wonder if he has ever participated in any calisthenics on my porch, and of what nature, and will I ever again be a witness?