packages make me feel loved
No card, no note, just a plain brown cardboard box from Daytona Beach. Very heavy. Didn't rattle.
What was in it?
Vintage cookbooks. Small ones. Ones I don't care much about, and others I've come to covet, and one REALLY thick one published by a company I hadn't heard of. Some from the 30s, some from the 70s.
At least I know they didn't pay a lot. My dad's an auction-master when it comes to books, and he buys in bulk. Then he sells the rest to Half Price.
I suppose this was an early birthday gift, but whatever it was, I'm happy for the surprise package.