Do not believe what other says
Sitting here, quietly. Contemplating an iconic cardboard carton with the Amazon logo. Not opened yet, because I don’t want to use my cheap thrill quota for today.
I had received an email, letting me know that my parcel had been sent out for delivery, yesterday. An obvious invitation to look at the tracking info, given that I had received nothing. And there it was: the parcel had been delivered, yesterday, to a Canada Post lockbox. Whew! I have that service. The message continued with a detailed travel log, from the origin, to Boisbriand, QC. Whoops! That’s a long way from here. Hardly a local delivery, if I need to drive for the better part of a day to get there.
Happily, tsehe message contained a few errors, including the where and the when. My parcel is here, recovered from my locker, a few minutes away. That will teach me not to believe everything sent by a carrier named OTHER.
Right now, the weather is glorious. Warm. Sunny. A hint of a breeze. In the distance, I can hear birds, and the buoy up at the Point. Classify that as constant intermittent. One of the local attractions that you have to be outside to hear. I used to live beside one, and it was loud ehough to hear, inside the house. Constant. Intermittent. Like every five seconds intermittent. I guess that they’re useful to seagoing navigators, but for the rest of us… just a feature of life on land, near the ocean. My satisfaction that it isn’t a bell, or a siren is enough.
