Not-So-Random Acts of Kindness

I was sitting at my desk yesterday when I saw the UPS truck rocket down the road, trailing a cloud of dry desert dust. I haven't ordered a thing, so I was surprised to see it rattle to a stop in front of our house. The box the driver left on the porch was addressed to Erik. Well, that explains it (not). I wonder what Erik would order if he could. Cookies? Puppies? A box full of wheels?

When Erik got up from his nap, he spotted the box and asked who brought it. I explained that the UPS man did but that I didn't know who sent it. He seemed to understand. I sliced open the tape with a nearby steak knife and opened the cardboard flaps. Inside the box was the cutest little boombox ever. You can even hook it to an iPod, which I had not seen before. There was no information regarding who sent this gift whatsoever.

Erik was suspicious but curious. He asked what kind of noises it would make. I reassured him that it would only make good noises and that I would never need to punch the thing to get it to start, although I crossed my fingers when I plugged it in and inserted a Sesame Street CD, hoping for the best. As it turned out, it's even more quiet than the other one was when it searches for the first track. Even that subtle sound bothers the Mighty Erik Quinn.

So, thank you from the bottom of my blackened heart, mysterious blog reader. I am having a really tough week, and you completely made my entire month. There is music in Erik's room again, thanks to you!