I’m hoping to see Landlady tomorrow or even this evening, depending on weather, bad weather being more likely to push the meeting forward since I’ll have to ferry her in from the county road. That means Care Package Day, which I’ve been looking forward to because she’s (hopefully!) carrying various small parts and tools some of which I ordered on-line in December. They just missed the last package dump which was a month ago. Hey, it’s winter.
This sort of thing happens all the time and isn’t at all remarkable, it’s just the price you pay for choosing not to have a mailing address. Save your suggestions about PO boxes, I know where they are. It’s not about freedom, it’s about neurosis: Officially-looking envelopes full of bad news and impossible demands are what drove me into my current profession.
If it’s not remarkable, why am I remarking on it? Good question. The subject came to mind this morning, serendipitously while I was scratching for any topic to post about that didn’t force me to mock the green new deal. A very Generous Reader sent me a package, the shipment got futzed up by a day or two and he has been posting increasingly annoyed updates on its progress. It won’t make the tonight/tomorrow care package dump, which is just Murphy doing his job. I try not to let Murphy get me down.
Anyway, if there’s a lesson to be drawn from this it’s of the “2 is 1, 1 is none” variety. With a dash of “don’t sweat the small stuff.” Stock up on the important things, don’t get upset about doing without the unimportant things when they fall scarce. Scrounging and substitution are learned art forms and can be fun.
Unless your parcels contain needed medicines or life sustaining items you are far ahead by not having an address or postal box…if they do you must learn to better plan. You appear to be immune from the insanity of the nation state. Good on you Mister Hermit!
Far from immune, but somewhat removed.
Yeah, but think of the fun you could have with UPS or FedEx delivering a small box of batteries to Chalmun’s Cantina in the middle of monsoon season…
}:-]
We’ll see if Murphy is on the ball. My latest package to you tracked
“February 15, 2019 at 2:19 pm Delivered, Front Door/Porch”.
So I’m guessing that Landlady left home coming your way at 2:15 and passed the mail truck on her way out of the neighborhood. Can’t wait to find out. 😉
🙁 Pretty much, CH. She’d been on the road about 2 hours by then.
You go Murphy! So, there’s something to look forward to for next time, although by then Happy Valentine’s day will be a bit out of date. Oh well, still did get one there, so I’m not neglecting care packages. 🙂
Two HOURS??? How far does she have to drive to get to you?
We get status updates of “enroute” followed by “delivered” followed “sorry, out of stock” in that order, for the SAME item. Uh, whut?
Re-purposing things, tearing things apart for usable parts,scrounging, borrowing and generally making do with what ya got used to be something everyone did. I have been at it for over fifty years myself now.
After a while a guy can get pretty crafty.
I’m sure sometimes not having Mail delivery is a good thing but I am here to tell ya, that Amazon outfit just amazes the shit out of me.
I have received things that I ordered the next day with no extra fees involved.
Yeah, I know, They are EVIL but because of the weird shift I work I can’t always get somewhere to pick up what I need.
Between them and the US Post Office I don’t even need to get out of my damn recliner anymore.
On top of that, they are eight times out of ten, cheaper than I can get locally anyway.
Hell, I have even stooped so low as to order things from Wally World that they don’t stock and there is one of those exactly one mile from here.
All that being said, I hate living in town with a white hot passion.