Monthly Archives: July 2013

the lost art of finding my lost art

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recently, i ordered a painting online from an artist i’ve admired for a while and i really looked forward to finally having a piece of her beautiful work up on my wall. within hours of my order, amelie personally responded with a thank you, told me she lived in poland,  said she’d post it the next day, and that i should plan to receive it within a week’s time. i happily awaited its arrival. this was where things began to take a turn. 

true to her word, within a week, i arrived home and found a ‘you were out when we tried to deliver your package so you missed this chance and now we need to come up with another plan’ note from the post office, stuck to my door. the choices offered on the note were that i could check a box to have my package redelivered and left in my door, or i could pick it up at the post office. i went with the pickup at the post office option. 

the next day, i waited in the long line, made my way to the front, and presented the woman at the counter with my note. after looking in the back, she came out empty-handed and announced, ‘funny, we can’t seem to find it. maybe it never made it through customs.’  i replied that i thought it was odd because it obviously had made it here as it was ‘almost delivered’ the day before.  her response, ‘well, maybe it will get delivered to your house tomorrow or it will turn up back here. if you don’t get it tomorrow, call us or stop back in.’ 

the next day: still no package. i went back in, stood in line, got to the front, gave them my note again, all with the same results –  no package to be found. they called the manager of the branch to the front who she said she would look into it and do her own investigation, as she could not figure out where it could be, told me to give it a few more days. 

in the meantime, amelie emailed me from poland to see if it had arrived safely, and i told her it had been here, but was now lost. she wondered if said if perhaps her english wasn’t good enough because she didn’t understand. i assured her that i had a pretty good command of the english language and that i did not understand either. 

in a few more days: still no package. i went back in and this time, the post office said, ‘hmmm, this has happened to a few other packages here, i think the night guy just likes to clear them out of here and sends them on. i’ll check into that. do you have any insurance on your package? i’ll let you know tomorrow what i find out.’

the next day: ‘oh it’s you again. let me get the postmistress to help you.’ she comes out and this is our conversation:

pm: for some reason it looks like they’ve forwarded your package on. do you have some other address or a forwarding address of some sort?’  

me: ‘no i do not. i have lived in my house for 10 years and have no reason to forward my mail anywhere.’

pm: ‘well, for some reason it’s been forwarded, though we can’t tell where, probably downtown, and because it will get there with no forwarding address, it will be forwarded back here. we’ll call you when it gets here, it should only take a week or so for it to get forwarded back here.’

me: ‘so, are you saying it was forwarded somewhere but you don’t know where or why and because i don’t have a forwarding address it will be forwarded back here and somehow find it’s way back here to you?’

pm: ‘yes.’ 

the next week: i went in, brought my tattered note, and waited in line one more time. upon my arrival at the counter, the postmistress appeared at the counter, retrieved my package from the back, covered in postmarks and stickers, with no further explanation. i went home with my painting, emailed amelie to tell her it was in my hands at last, and assured her that her english was just fine. 

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how the postal workers at the counter appear. everything is under control.

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what is really going on in the back. their system is up and running.

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when it all gets to be too much. where some of the lost mail goes missing.

 

 

 

’tis not the season

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as i teacher, i enjoy spending time in the summer walking outside and have noticed that the great majority of people sharing the streets with me are off-seasonal workers. what an interesting bunch of characters we are. street performers, tax guys, mall santas, elves, reindeer, grinch, children, dogs, fellow teachers, train hoppers, sumos?. these are my people. 

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twisted

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 a recent local happening:

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2 customers came in and ordered pretzels from a chain store located in the mall. after they left, one noticed she had been given the wrong dipping sauce. when they returned to the store, they were told they would have to pay for a new dip because they had eaten part of the other one. they began arguing and later told police an employee had thrown nacho cheese dip at them. one of the women and a mall cop were hit in the face and chest with nacho cheese. the women then tried to climb over the counter, a ‘scuffle’ broke out, and the nacho cheese machine was knocked over and broke. 

in response to this incident, the company offered a ‘free dipping sauce day’  at all of its 12 locations in an effort to make things right after the brawl. the ceo of the company issued an apology and traveled to the store to provide ‘extensive guest service training’ to its employees to ensure a similar situation would not occur again. 

lucky seven

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 home at last, and walking downtown, i passed one of our most interesting stores.

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the name really speaks for itself.

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The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, is a classification of vices that has been used since early Christian times to educate and instruct them concerning fallen humanity’s tendency to sin. In the currently recognized version, the sins are usually given as wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony.

 now –  if they just added in a taco bell all-you-can-eat bar, with super-sized slushy drinks, comfy sofas with cup-holders, remotes and unlimited trashy tv, mirrors, free spa services, and marriage arbitration, i think you could partake in all of the deadly sins under one roof. kind of like a 7 deadly sins strip mall or theme park. one-stop shopping. i can only imagine the ads. 

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There is no sin except stupidity.

Oscar Wilde

Looking back in my rearview mirror to see Australia – objects may appear smaller than they actually are

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What may be the world’s smallest golf course – less than 1 meter square – freemantle

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A friendly creature with a great approach – balingup

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Hard to resist this taste sensation – Margaret river

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The Aussie version of snow, sea foam – bunbury

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Stark beauty – Wellington dam

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Maze where I hooked up with a random family to help me find my way out – yallingup

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Evening walk around the estuary – found my way with the help of a homeless man and 2 teens with nothing better to do

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Found myself in the ancient mangrove

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Found my way out again

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‘Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.’

Charles Schulz

Do you ever wonder?

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Finally back on American soil after a long and crazy journey home. One last layover and one last flight and I will be home. Along the way, I realized it was my wonder and amazement with people and their choices that kept me smiling. A random sampling for your reading pleasure:

A. My Aussie seat-mate of many hours and ultimate gentleman, who jumped over the back of our seats, so as not to wake me when he got up.

B. The woman who chose to wear a cow costume without a head, but with a pretty blue hair bow instead, who shared the line with me in customs.

C.  The mysterious woman who left her ample bra hanging in my airport restroom. I long to know her story.

My sincere thanks to all above, and many more, who made my travel adventure so much more entertaining.

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