15 January 2021: A Day in the Life of...
Yesterday I sailed through time and space in my comfortable, snug space ship. That is not, generally, a good idea. I could have walked circles around the peninsula that separates my kitchen from my living room/office, but I didn't. Reading on my comfy couch, the posts on my LJ, even the dinner I made myself were all the reasons (um...excuses) I needed to stay in.
Sometime after 4:00 p.m. yesterday I got a notification that I had a package to pick up from the Large Package room. Since there are a limited number of lockers in the Large Package room, if you don't pick up your package in a timely manner, you get fined. I have, in the past, gotten such a fine: $10.00. What I'm unsure about is the definition of "a timely manner." I think you have two days' grace, as in, "We notified you on Monday, so you better pick it up by Wednesday." However, it could mean, "We notified you today, so you better get it by tomorrow." So today I knew I should make that trip to the Large Package room. I had other errands to run, anyway.
First of all, I took my recyclables to the dumpster just outside the door of the building. I really wanted to do this today, because the dumpster and trash cans get slammed on the weekends, as the poor, working stiffs who live in my building tidy up their apartments on Saturday. Sure enough, there was room in the dumpster and, apparently, in the trash cans.
Next I got back on the elevator and went down one more floor to the garage floor and walked through the garage to the South Building and the Large Package room. The most exciting part of opening lockers in the Large Package room is, 'How big will my Large Package be? Will carrying it home be a challenge?' The first locker I opened had a package which I could tell had a book in it. Debbie's birthday is coming up on 20 January, and I bought her a slew of Joan Wolf's books. I am hopeful that Debbie has not read Joan Wolf, and I'm sure she has none of them in page books because Wolf's works are mostly out-of-print. Also Debbie had complained to me recently that she had nothing to read, so having a bunch of page books on hand could ameliorate that.
The second locker turned out to be an unexpected treasure trove. Some USPS mailman had decided to snap a rubber band around four of my packages and put them all in the same locker. This has never happened to me before! Bless you, Mr/s. Mailman, making my life (and yours, no doubt) easier.
My last stop was on the first floor where I checked my mailbox. (I should have taken the stairs to the first floor, not the elevator. Tsk, tsk.) My haul at my mailbox:
AARP Bulletin which I will skim.
Two other bulletins/newspapers which will get recycled unread.
White Flower Farm catalog. I hope this issue includes indoor plants.
Three other catalogs which will go straight to recycling.
Four sheets of address labels that I purchased (unheard of!) from the same company who printed my checks.
Schnorring letters from the American Cancer Society and Audubon, both of which I will support later in the year.
A postcard from, I think, Choice, telling me to contact them to get really good Medicare benefits through them. I already get
really good Medicare benefits as a retiree from HUP** at a really good price. Not messin' with that.
A beautiful holiday card from Women's Way, thanking me for my support ($15/month, automatically deducted from my checking
account.)
A menu from Moustaki on N. 21st Street. I took a break from writing and ordered a gyro from them.
A Joan Wolf novel for Debbie's present, one of my favs: "Lord Richard's Daughter."
My Large Package haul:
My thyroid meds from CVS. This got so lost in the mail that I ran out of it earlier this month. CVS reissued it, and I paid $8.00
to a delivery service to get it yesterday. Per the bag, "Promised 12/28/20, 6:26 PM."
My diuretic and a pill to control high blood sugar. I was almost out of both meds. Their bags say, "Promised 12/31/20, 2:24 PM." I
expected both on 1/4/21 and, before Trump messed with the USPS, would have gotten them on the 4th.
"The Arrangement," by Joan Wolf, for Debbie, of course.
Two more by Wolf: "The Reindeer Hunters," which I have never read, and "Fool's Masquerade," which I love.
"Dangerous Masquerade," which I don't believe I've ever read and which is in pretty poor condition. I may just keep it.
Dinner is here. I am hungry. See ya'. FanSee
**HUP = Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania
Sometime after 4:00 p.m. yesterday I got a notification that I had a package to pick up from the Large Package room. Since there are a limited number of lockers in the Large Package room, if you don't pick up your package in a timely manner, you get fined. I have, in the past, gotten such a fine: $10.00. What I'm unsure about is the definition of "a timely manner." I think you have two days' grace, as in, "We notified you on Monday, so you better pick it up by Wednesday." However, it could mean, "We notified you today, so you better get it by tomorrow." So today I knew I should make that trip to the Large Package room. I had other errands to run, anyway.
First of all, I took my recyclables to the dumpster just outside the door of the building. I really wanted to do this today, because the dumpster and trash cans get slammed on the weekends, as the poor, working stiffs who live in my building tidy up their apartments on Saturday. Sure enough, there was room in the dumpster and, apparently, in the trash cans.
Next I got back on the elevator and went down one more floor to the garage floor and walked through the garage to the South Building and the Large Package room. The most exciting part of opening lockers in the Large Package room is, 'How big will my Large Package be? Will carrying it home be a challenge?' The first locker I opened had a package which I could tell had a book in it. Debbie's birthday is coming up on 20 January, and I bought her a slew of Joan Wolf's books. I am hopeful that Debbie has not read Joan Wolf, and I'm sure she has none of them in page books because Wolf's works are mostly out-of-print. Also Debbie had complained to me recently that she had nothing to read, so having a bunch of page books on hand could ameliorate that.
The second locker turned out to be an unexpected treasure trove. Some USPS mailman had decided to snap a rubber band around four of my packages and put them all in the same locker. This has never happened to me before! Bless you, Mr/s. Mailman, making my life (and yours, no doubt) easier.
My last stop was on the first floor where I checked my mailbox. (I should have taken the stairs to the first floor, not the elevator. Tsk, tsk.) My haul at my mailbox:
AARP Bulletin which I will skim.
Two other bulletins/newspapers which will get recycled unread.
White Flower Farm catalog. I hope this issue includes indoor plants.
Three other catalogs which will go straight to recycling.
Four sheets of address labels that I purchased (unheard of!) from the same company who printed my checks.
Schnorring letters from the American Cancer Society and Audubon, both of which I will support later in the year.
A postcard from, I think, Choice, telling me to contact them to get really good Medicare benefits through them. I already get
really good Medicare benefits as a retiree from HUP** at a really good price. Not messin' with that.
A beautiful holiday card from Women's Way, thanking me for my support ($15/month, automatically deducted from my checking
account.)
A menu from Moustaki on N. 21st Street. I took a break from writing and ordered a gyro from them.
A Joan Wolf novel for Debbie's present, one of my favs: "Lord Richard's Daughter."
My Large Package haul:
My thyroid meds from CVS. This got so lost in the mail that I ran out of it earlier this month. CVS reissued it, and I paid $8.00
to a delivery service to get it yesterday. Per the bag, "Promised 12/28/20, 6:26 PM."
My diuretic and a pill to control high blood sugar. I was almost out of both meds. Their bags say, "Promised 12/31/20, 2:24 PM." I
expected both on 1/4/21 and, before Trump messed with the USPS, would have gotten them on the 4th.
"The Arrangement," by Joan Wolf, for Debbie, of course.
Two more by Wolf: "The Reindeer Hunters," which I have never read, and "Fool's Masquerade," which I love.
"Dangerous Masquerade," which I don't believe I've ever read and which is in pretty poor condition. I may just keep it.
Dinner is here. I am hungry. See ya'. FanSee
**HUP = Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania