Waiting on the post
My world has shrunk, to the dimensions of my postal locker. Given that my possibility for “retail therapy” is now defined by the online commerce model, I depend on regular delivery by Canada Post. Forget rapid; they’re doing their best, what with the best windfall since Eatons and Simpsons.
Right now, a typical delivery originating in GTA (not the game; the city) tracks at about fifteen days. In other words, it’s as if bicycle transport was a “thing”. It’s not. I have to imagine that the bins in the various warehouses are chock-a-block, and that part of the lucre belongs to me. Forget cross border; I have one bicycle pump that left a shelf in NJ, last week. The projected delivery date is the end of November. I hope that’s based on the old Windows download graphs.
Outside, we topped 25C this afternoon. If I had been better at getting in supplies, I could have had a BBQ at suppertime. Right now, I have no idea what will actually be on my plate. It won’t be canned beans, as I did that earlier today. Comfort food, sort of. (as an update; it was burgers on the barbie, to start another season).
Sent son #2 a TV schedule from 1962, so that he could better understand life in a single-channel market. He’d come across a listing of the top TV shows from the last 70 years (no idea why that seems relevant). I wanted to dispel any erroneous conclusions about the quality level of my childhood viewing time. For those that wonder, we had lots of musical variety and westerns. I don’t remember many songs, but I have a lock on the coolest quick draws.
