"Mom, is that your old board?" Axel asks me this morning.  Although I heard his words, more importantly I heard them coming from outside, where he shouldn't have been.  So I wrangled a pair of shorts and sped to the front door to see what he was referring to.

Sitting outside my front door was the most beautiful antique ironing board.  Super strange.  Having just moved here, nobody knows me and therefor I don't receive many random deliveries.

Immediately I started to hypothesize.  Is this one of those "pass the white elephant gifts" where you dump a random object from yard to yard?  Was this perhaps litter, someone dumping it in the middle of the night?  If someone really did intend for me to receive this, why not come during the day so I could thank them?

This is perplexing...but really a great accident.  I have adopted the abandoned "old board" and will be using it until it's claimed.