Put the Lime In the Coconut

*giggling*

Spux e-mailed me last weekend while vacationing in Florida. He wanted my snail mail address so he could "send me a postcard". He figured it wouldn't get to me before he got back but he wanted to send it anyway.

True enough.

When I saw him Friday night he asked quietly, "You get your postcard yet?"

I hadn't.

I should have checked my mail yesterday but I didn't.

So, this afternoon, while I was out of the house and unavailable, a strange thread started by my upstairs neighbors appeared on my Facebook page...something about coconuts...I was perplexed. What in tarnation are they talking about?!

It went a little something like this...

#himself: Jane, do you know about the coconut?
#himself: The coconut, Jane. Do you know?
#himself: Because it knows. And it's waiting for you.
modchen: It's waiting.
modchen: It's patient.
#himself: It's watching.
#himself: It's listening.
modchen: the coconut.
#himself: Through the floor.
modchen: it's got three eyes.
#himself: Blank timeless face like Easter Island visages. The coconut.
modchen: It's waiting for Jane.
#himself: It unnerves me.
modchen: It's listening. Don't anger it.
#himself: It lived in a black metal box. But then it got out.
#himself: Now it's on the floor. Now it wants more.

This went on. And on. And on.

Frankly, it started to creep me out a little.

I had NO idea what they were talking about and I was kinda afraid to go look outside my front door...especially when #himself pulled this little number out from his beatnik beret:


Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a coconut who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...


When I came home last night at three
The coconut was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)


Last night I saw upon the stair
A little coconut who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

Some days I can be so dense.

Finally it occurred to me...they were talking about my mailbox. I had new [snail] mail.

SPUX!

I hurried up the stairs, still a little tingling lingering about my spine, and found, resting on the floor underneath my box, this:

Spux's idea of a postcard.

Somehow he knew I not only needed a coconut bra but an entire coconut to feel better. I'm also fairly certain Spux is the only person on the planet who would think to slap a postage stamp on an unwrapped coconut and send it knowing the presentation would be just that much better.

Thanks, Spux. It worked. I <3 your face.