Naughty or Nice
06/12/18 08:02
If Evan wants to have a designated cooking pot then he needs to attend to it after he uses it. How is it exactly that after all this time he needs to be reminded of such things? I guess that will be something for him to think about when he moves to his new place. We took a swing by Newmarket the other day just as it was getting dark to take a closer look at his prospective place but he seemed less than interested once we arrived. Cmon, Ev, let's go take a look, we urged him. He wasn't having any of it.
We were practically across the street from the house and we were parked on a busy downtown street to be sure. Busy enough in fact that if we had to guess we might have guessed that it wasn't his cup of tea. Too busy, too many strollers, too many of this and too many of that. He wasn't communicating this in so many words but his actions spoke clearly and decisively. Maybe that place in Exeter off the grid comparatively speaking would be a better choice. We know one thing for sure. This process is going to take time.
I want to make sure that I keep after Nancy to make sure that we stay on track with our annual donations during the holidays. Sometimes I just need her to point me in the right direction and I can take care of the rest. This year I have been charged with buying or ordering the items of interest and delivering them by a date specific. I can do this. I'm half way there truth be told although I may have to rely on Nancy for the wrapping and such. I could do the wrapping but she has the touch. Me, not so much.
As we all know, presentation is everything. Well, almost everything. And these things will come in handy for those receiving them so they will be practical gifts by and large. Nancy wanted to be sure that the gifts could not be easily converted to cash so that the recipient might well turn in the gifts in exchange for alcohol or other. I suppose if someone wants to smoke, inject, or drink his or her gifts that's their business. Having said that, it won't be on Nancy's dime. No sir-eee Bob, Not on her dime.
I don't know when I became a stickler for such things but it's for the best when I think about it. It all came to a head of sorts when the holiday season began. I noticed around about late November that every time I checked our mailbox, infrequently as I do since Nancy is in charge of such things, that it was inordinately full. So much so in fact that I began to concern myself with the machinations required to deliver mail and the cogs in the proverbial wheel along any mail route. It's just a matter of time, I thought to myself, before we begin to receive notices from the post office that our mail has being diverted to the post office due to lack of space in our mail box.
To say that our mailbox has been a cog stuffed as it has been with very little to no space remaining for the new incoming items would be an understatement. I envisioned the mail person having to get out of his or her delivery truck and pushing with both hands and the full force of their body just to squeeze it all in. I wanted no part of this charade and to think that my darling's laziness or insensitivity to such things created a hardship or worse for anyone much less our mail person is simply unacceptable. Ahem, can I have a word?
Explanations and promises were in short supply so I jumped in with both feet. I'll pick up the mail from now on and that will be that. I'm still not sure to this day whether the problem is an extension of her hoarding tendencies or simply a natural reaction to the oversupply of this, that, and the other thing or things that end up in our mailbox during the holiday season. Maybe she is thinking why pick up the mail every day when I (she) can pick it up every third or fourth day.
That just doesn't cut the mustard this time of year. And where is her empathy for the poor mail person who has to struggle to get things in the mailbox each and every day. Furthermore, does she not realize or even care that her indifference to what is or isn't in the mailbox can be a serious problem for the person delivering the mail?
If every mailbox were chock full with no room to spare, that would be a logistical nightmare. They would need to pass laws, impose penalties, post restrictions, and it could mean the difference between naughty and nice especially around the holidays. I'm more than happy to lend a helping hand this holiday season so that no one person is unduly burdened. Besides, getting on the good side, or more importantly, staying off the bad side of your postal person, should be high on everyone's list this time of year.
There, I said it.
We were practically across the street from the house and we were parked on a busy downtown street to be sure. Busy enough in fact that if we had to guess we might have guessed that it wasn't his cup of tea. Too busy, too many strollers, too many of this and too many of that. He wasn't communicating this in so many words but his actions spoke clearly and decisively. Maybe that place in Exeter off the grid comparatively speaking would be a better choice. We know one thing for sure. This process is going to take time.
I want to make sure that I keep after Nancy to make sure that we stay on track with our annual donations during the holidays. Sometimes I just need her to point me in the right direction and I can take care of the rest. This year I have been charged with buying or ordering the items of interest and delivering them by a date specific. I can do this. I'm half way there truth be told although I may have to rely on Nancy for the wrapping and such. I could do the wrapping but she has the touch. Me, not so much.
As we all know, presentation is everything. Well, almost everything. And these things will come in handy for those receiving them so they will be practical gifts by and large. Nancy wanted to be sure that the gifts could not be easily converted to cash so that the recipient might well turn in the gifts in exchange for alcohol or other. I suppose if someone wants to smoke, inject, or drink his or her gifts that's their business. Having said that, it won't be on Nancy's dime. No sir-eee Bob, Not on her dime.
I don't know when I became a stickler for such things but it's for the best when I think about it. It all came to a head of sorts when the holiday season began. I noticed around about late November that every time I checked our mailbox, infrequently as I do since Nancy is in charge of such things, that it was inordinately full. So much so in fact that I began to concern myself with the machinations required to deliver mail and the cogs in the proverbial wheel along any mail route. It's just a matter of time, I thought to myself, before we begin to receive notices from the post office that our mail has being diverted to the post office due to lack of space in our mail box.
To say that our mailbox has been a cog stuffed as it has been with very little to no space remaining for the new incoming items would be an understatement. I envisioned the mail person having to get out of his or her delivery truck and pushing with both hands and the full force of their body just to squeeze it all in. I wanted no part of this charade and to think that my darling's laziness or insensitivity to such things created a hardship or worse for anyone much less our mail person is simply unacceptable. Ahem, can I have a word?
Explanations and promises were in short supply so I jumped in with both feet. I'll pick up the mail from now on and that will be that. I'm still not sure to this day whether the problem is an extension of her hoarding tendencies or simply a natural reaction to the oversupply of this, that, and the other thing or things that end up in our mailbox during the holiday season. Maybe she is thinking why pick up the mail every day when I (she) can pick it up every third or fourth day.
That just doesn't cut the mustard this time of year. And where is her empathy for the poor mail person who has to struggle to get things in the mailbox each and every day. Furthermore, does she not realize or even care that her indifference to what is or isn't in the mailbox can be a serious problem for the person delivering the mail?
If every mailbox were chock full with no room to spare, that would be a logistical nightmare. They would need to pass laws, impose penalties, post restrictions, and it could mean the difference between naughty and nice especially around the holidays. I'm more than happy to lend a helping hand this holiday season so that no one person is unduly burdened. Besides, getting on the good side, or more importantly, staying off the bad side of your postal person, should be high on everyone's list this time of year.
There, I said it.