moving on

No one could have predicted Orinella would end up delivering junk post from door to door

at the age of 50 but then again no one had really understood Orinella.

With a PhD. in European studies from an ivy league university, no millionaire husband

in sight and no ambitions to do anything but deliver junk post from door to door

Orinella picked up the phone and had signed herself up to deliver the junk post, the very

kind that had irritated her every morning when she checked the post for love letters.

Like the famous joke about the man who loses his child to the waves of the sea

asks God for the child to be returned and once the child is returned wondering why not

with a hat, Orinella had always had high expectations of life.

At the age of 9 She had expected to win the Nobel prize for anything, she was so sure she would  too.

At the age of 12 she had expected to be accepted to the medical school of her choice

either in England or New England at the very least.

At the age of 18 she had expected to marry a prince, complete her education and own her 

own airplane, villa with a swimming pool and a stable full of Arabian horses to ride.

At the age of 25 she had expected to have a career in the world of academics 

to travel world wide conducting research on distant and exotic  tribes.

At the age of 30 she just wanted to have a baby

At the age of 35 she was just glad when there were days she did not burn the soup

At the age of 40 she had wished her husband would disappear off the face of the world

and give her peace at last.

At the age of 45 she was looking foreward to finally finalizing  her divorce

At the age of 50 she was hoping she would be found suitable to hand out commercial post

at 5.30 a.m. when the world was asleep and she not.