I had a post planned.
There's always a but. This time it's about photos, and the light by the time I got home, blah blah blah.
See. It's like this. I had yarn to mail. It took me a few days to get it all ready anyway, but Saturday before the trip to Denver to see the Big Blue Bear, I mean, the RVs of various sizes and luxury, I made Wonderful Guy stop at the PO to mail the yarn. And since he is wonderful, and loves me, he did so.
Monday, I also went to the PO to mail two other packages. Remember? The package dumpster was full up and locked?
Tuesday I returned to actually mail said packages. Then, when checking the mail at home, what do I find when opening the mailbox? The yarn packages mailed on Saturday.
Seems that even though they were in envelopes, they are considered 'parcels' and therefore they were 'returned to sender'. There was also a 'sticky note' that contained a message of which I was unclear of the meaning.
So Wednesday, I made yet another trip to the PO. This time I stood in line. For lots of minutes. Even a portion of an hour. I credit the PO people. They worked steadily and cheerfully. The young women in front of me recieved no less than 15 text messages while we were in line, and the fellow behind me did some serious business on his phone, until I heard him say that his phone was about to die. Myself? I watched people and held onto my yarn, and thought about what I was going to make for supper, how I was going to felt the slippers-to-felted, and what about short row heels and toes?
Then it was my turn, and the cryptic message stuck to my yarny packages was gladly deciphered without judgment. I am glad because I hate judgment. But I digress. I just needed to affix a bit more postage, in addition to what was already there.
34 cents more. For each package.
Yep. 34 cents.
On the upside? Tonight there is no trip to the PO after work.