as much as i try to stay away from the post office, there’s always something that makes me drop by.  Mailed packages are the worst.  

Of course it depends on how the package is sent.  Amazon gets delivered, and so do specially sent mail.  This morning the guy who delivers our special mail called me and announced he was on his way – two minutes later a package from Heather – wrapped and rewrapped after customs – without the address on it.  Apparently the address got lost in the rewrapping and until I called to see what happened, no one made any effort to find out where it belonged.  But here it is – a treasure trove of necklaces that I will enjoy sharing with friends. 

An hour later I got a notice of a package awaiting us in the P.O.  and Ezi, hoping it is the achipor he ordered months ago, walked me the half a mile with great anticipation.  “It’s lockdown,” he said, “no one will be there.”  And indeed, there were only two tellers, and the usual take-a-number system.

Unfortunately, however, with only two tellers and many people happy for an excure to get out, the queue was not so empty.

What was in the package you ask?  Another book by Louise Gluck.  I promised to write about her for some encyclopedia and I don’t do things half-way.  I read every single word.

which package did i enjoy more?  You’ll soon see.