I have probably referenced the post office in some disparaging terms over the last month. Two day packages taking two weeks, or even two Months.
When I was growing up we spent summers at our family cabin. In the woods, down a one-lane private road. We didn’t have indoor plumbing (well there was a kitchen sink, and a hose bib), a telephone, television or an address. It was heaven.
There were other cabins and houses, and it was a long time before addresses were assigned, and the road named. I recall stories of packages being delivered based on a basic description of how to get there and a family name.
Carl was looking at some old mail this morning and noticed this gem. This is from 1993, so not that long ago.

I do understand the Post Office has been impacted by our terrorist in chief, as well as the pandemic. So, as my daughter pointed out a few days ago, I am just happy to know the packages arrived. And all that I have been tracking, have arrived.
It has been raining on and off for several days now. The weekend may provide a reprieve, before the next 3-day deluge. It seems our snow was so 2020, a distant memory. Of course, there is evidence left of the snowman.


January 8, 2021 at 8:42 pm |
That’s amazing that the post card reached you, in SEATTLE. My step grandmother lives in Cle Elum and many non-addressed letters have gotten to her–but that’s a small town. 🙂 The constant rain has been dreary; the past few days have been OK though.
January 8, 2021 at 8:50 pm |
Today did have its moments. Unfortunately they didn’t match up with my lunch break.