Expedited parcel service
A shout out to the post office, who seem to have figured out parcel delivery. When the white car with the flashing lights pulled into the library, I barely made it to the sidewalk before the driver was out with a parcel in hand. There were customs duties owed, and there was a nifty machine in tow, to read my C/C and expedite payment. Total halt, under two minutes. When I compare that to a generation ago, where receiving a shipment from outside the country required study in the tariff manuals, a trip up to the third floor of the Dominion Building and a lien on the soul of my firstborn (he doesn’t know about that)… we’ve made some serious progress. Not exactly free trade, but better than it used to be.
Our supper was “added value”, given that someone else did the prep in my kitchen, and delivered tasty food in a quantity that met my needs. We should invite (these) guests more often.
We’re busily trying to get the “ducks in a row” for son #3 to begin another round of life as a student. The ducks is a polite term for fees, lots of fees. Although education is free (sort of), you don’t stop paying until long after the smell fades from that rose. I hope that this will be a fruitful winter, with academic production far exceeding my input. Nothing assured, but day one is where it all starts. No alarm calls, so far. I wonder how we ever made it through the maze, year after year. I’ve forgotten so many salient details.
