I’ve written before about how squirrely the mail has been in my neighborhood this summer. A few days a week with no delivery among other things. The last time I can remember this level of squirrely-ness was during the Polar Vortex winter (2014) and THAT winter it was a matter of getting mail trucks started in sub-zero temperatures, not to mention the difficulties involved in slithering around on our Ice Road Asteroid.

This year it’s a different thing. I don’t know what’s real but we have missed many days of mail this summer. As I have said, I know because I sit and watch from TeleCubelandia aka The Green Couch. (I could order a company-financed desk and office chair but I have no clue where I would put them in the currently overcrowded Landfill. The only spaces I can call my own are the chitchen and what I once thought would be my “studio” in the Landfill Dungeon. That did NOT work out because of horrible light and terrible clutter.)

I am not going to speculate overly much on whether or not there are politics behind the current postal service problems. It feels like there are but I read news a bit haphazardly and sporadically because I use Twitter as an aggregator. This gives me a variety of sources but I also miss things. And I am BUSY so I don’t always read things in depth. So I am not necessarily well informed.

What I WILL say is that I do NOT agree with making any changes to the postal service’s procedures, staffing, equipment, and whatever else I am not thinking of until the pandemic is over. Whatever problems there are, and I’m sure there are some, we MUST keep the mail running as usual for now. I don’t mind if I miss a delivery of crapola that I’m gonna file in the recycle cart before it gets into the house but mail piling up because carriers can’t deliver it is not acceptable. It’ll just compound as the days go by, eventually creating a total state of chaos. Any “businessman” should be able to foresee this.

All that said, one of the main reasons we did not get our mail until a week after my return from the yooperland is because yer fav-o-rite blahgger put the wrong end date on her mail hold request. I supposedly canceled the hold when I got home but apparently nobody got the message or did but were too overwhelmed to react to it. But I mainly have myself to blame 🐽🐽🐽

P.S. My moomincabin terlet bowl cleaner came today!

P.P.S I had another pic here but then 🐭 randomly texted me this from near Rudyard in the yooperland. Wow! She had not read my blahg!

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