I sent BrainRants a birthday present!
From comments on previous years’ posts, I knew that BrainRants’ birthday was some time late in January. Using stalker senses honed by sticking my nose into Cordelia’s Mom’s business, I found a link to the employment consultant who was aiding him in obtaining suitable civilian employment.
She’s a lovely lady. Wanting to surprise Rants, I sent her a package, along with a note, asking if she could discreetly forward it to Mrs. BrainRants. No black helicopters came winging north over the border, only an email saying, “Can do, and did!”
Rants’ new bride doesn’t know me from Santa Claus. Inside the shipping envelope I included another note, asking if she could hand him the final package on the fateful day. She obviously knows of his blogging, and coterie of blog-friends.
Perhaps the arrival of strange bundles, delivered in odd ways, isn’t all that unusual. All I know is that the FBI didn’t ask the RCMP to stop around and ask some pointed questions.
During my ongoing housecleaning, I realised that I possessed two commemorative medallions, one bronze, the other aluminum, honoring astronauts, and the Apollo 11 and 12, 1960s Moon Missions. Knowing of Rants’ interest in science, NASA and the moon, I wondered if he might have any interest in them.
I included a shield-shaped Canada shoulder patch which I picked up the day I went to photograph the tank and Spitfire. I doubt that he has uniforms anymore. The army made him turn all his stuff in. He would only wear one for a special occasion, and the Maple Leaf patch would not be allowed because it is non-regulation.
No cost was spared when I packaged his coins in the Costco box I received my membership-renewal Christmas gift card in.
While not ‘strange’, my plan was unexpected and unannounced. Mrs. Rants was apparently willing to go along with it. She sneaked out an email to confirm that she had received his gift, and presented it to him. I received another, from him, thanking me for my little piece of thoughtfulness.
This sending of physical packages and actual printed letters seems almost outdated in today’s electronic society. I couldn’t use a drone, because the DC area is a no-fly zone. Somebody, perhaps Rants himself, would have shot it down.
If you haven’t already, drop in to his site, wish him a Happy Belated Birthday, and really make him feel old. I had hoped that another gift might be the ability to announce that he has secured gainful and productive employment. We waited – but none of us as hard as him, and now everyone’s wish has been granted. He scored a job – cube-drone trainee, working under Dilbert. Still got the training wheels on. Good Luck, Rants, and thanx. 😎
The presents, as they sit proudly in Rants’ house, at an undisclosed location in the Eastern USA. 😆