Note: I apologize for any formatting problems with today’s blog. Go Daddy did some kind of update and nothing is working correctly. Words are running together, I can’t add photos or text links, and I have lost blocks of text and had to go find them again. I finally gave up at 2:30 a.m.
I was just a kid the first time I heard the unofficial creed of the United States Postal Service, “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” Boy, doesn’t that make you proud of our government employees, out there doing the job no matter what it takes. Talk about dedication! So what the hell happened to that?
I had two packages due toarrive, one on Friday and one on Saturday, according to their post office tracking numbers. Then, early Friday morning I got text messages saying both were out for delivery that day. Cool, one will arrive a day early. That’s always nice.
Well, it was nice until the mail lady arrived with one of the packages, the one that was originally supposed to be delivered on Saturday. But package #2, the one that was supposed to be delivered on Friday, didn’t arrive.
I logged onto the USPS website and entered the tracking number and found out that it had reached the post office here in Edgewater, and then been sent to a sorting facility in Ybor City, which is 150 miles southwest of us, over near Tampa. There was no explanationas to why it would be sent there, or an updated estimate of when it would arrive. Saturday morning, I got another text saying it was again in Edgewater and out for delivery. And again, it didn’t come. So I went back to the post office website, checked the tracking number, and now it’s in Jacksonville, 120 miles north of us, again with no estimate of when it will actually get here.
We see this quite often, where packages sent to our local post office go to Jacksonville, or to Ybor City, and then either sit there for days, or else get shuffled back and forth between Ybor City, Orlando, and Jacksonville. A couple of times packages have been to all three places more than once before they ever arrive here. And the post office wonders why people prefer to use FedEx or UPS?
I think our local mail carriers are great and they do an excellent job of getting the mail delivered oncethey finally get their hands on it. But who knows when that might actually happen?
The item that did arrive was something I have been wanting for quite some time now, even though it is silly. I have always wanted to play the saxophone. In fact, once I bought two used saxophones, believing I could learn how to play them from online videos. That was quite a stretch, considering the fact that I have absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. I never learned how to do more than get a squawk out of them that sounded somewhere between a mallard duck in heat and a 1956 Buick backfiring. It wasn’t music, but it scared the bejesus out of Terry’s cat. I finally gave up and donated the saxophones to a school, hoping maybe some kid could get some use out of them, since I didn’t.
But a while back we were wandering around historic St. George Street in St. Augustine, poking our heads into the different shops selling everything from Panama hats to crystals to cigars, when we happened upon a street vendor playing a bamboo saxophone. I was amazed at the sounds that came out of that thing! And since it only has six holes, as opposed all those keys and things on a real saxophone, I figured it might be easier to play, right? So now I am the proud owner of an alto bamboo sax.
Besides playing with thebamboo sax, I managed to crank out another 3,000 words in my new book yesterday. Then our friend Jim came over and we played a couple rounds of darts. It’s been a few weeks since we have played, but I’m proud to say that the time away from it didn’t change my game one bit. I was terrible before and I’m still terrible.
I’ll say one thing for it, I was able to make more different noises with it within the first five minutes than I did all the time I owned both saxophones before. No, it’s not music, and if we still had a cat I’m pretty sure it would be hiding under the bed wondering what creature from hell is making all that noise in its house. I probably still won’t be able to figure the darn thing out, but I’ll have fun trying. If you’re curious about what a bamboo saxophones sounds like in the hands of a true musician, check out this YouTube video.
Every year our community has a toy and food drive and we always try to participate. A few days ago Terry and I bought a bunch of stuff and put them out at the curb yesterday evening, waiting for the golf cart parade to come by and collect them.
Today is your last chance to enter our Free Drawing for an audiobook of Shtillborn Armadillos, the first book in my John Lee Quarrels mystery series. To enter, all you have to do is click on this Free Drawing link or the tab at the top of this page and enter your name (first and last) in the comments section at the bottom of that page (not this one). Only one entry per person per drawing please, and you must enter with your real name. To prevent spam or multiple entries, the names of cartoon or movie characters are not allowed. The winner will be drawn this evening.
And before I close, one correction from yesterday’s blog. I told you about my friend Donna McNicol’s special limited time offer on her C’Mon Inn Mystery Trilogy set in Hawaii, but I misquoted the price. For the next couple of days you can get all three books for just $5.99. That’s a heck of a deal!
Thought For The Day – Obstetricians celebrate labor day every day.