On Friday I recounted a story of the missing house – according to a Canada Post delivery driver. On Monday I arrived home to find two small packages in my mailbox. Both displayed our correct address on the labels. The one that wasn’t delivered on Friday had handwritten notes on it relating to the “vacant lot” and my call to Canada Post where it was noted that “the customer called in and adamantly confirmed there was a house at the address indicated on the label“. *heehee* I stand by my theory that the driver originally zigged when they should have zagged and went to the wrong address.

File this one under “I’m whiny”.

Perhaps I’m just not cut out to enjoy the Christmas season the way others do but I just don’t understand why people are already putting up their Christmas trees and it’s only mid-November. Just because the stores are filled with Christmas ornaments and holiday music is filling the radio airwaves does not mean that we’re ready to celebrate the season in this house. Our family tradition has always been to put up our tree the week before Christmas. It doesn’t take long. We have limited ornaments – one for each year we’ve been together with a smattering of others we’ve received as gifts over the year. Seems to fit us well.

While we’re waiting for mid-December to arrive there’s a boat load of things we need to do. I have exams to write and Drew has squadron parties to attend. We have lots of coffee, warm socks, and munchies to deliver to the local warming centre. There’s always a need and you can never drop by too often when you come bearing goodies.

Lights have to be strung up around the house and we must not forget to swap out the all season tires for winter tires on the truck.

There’s lots to do and much of it is in the spirit of the season. I just don’t get the mid-November tree action.

I’ve just hit send on my most recent Psych assignment and have lots more work to do on my paper.  However, after working myself to a frazzle this past week and spending most of the weekend in my basement office writing like a fiend, I’m going to take the rest of the evening off.  That’s right.  I’m going to march my butt over to the couch, order pizza, and watch a movie.  No idea what movie it’ll be yet, but I’m sure I’ll find something. Today Drew called and confirmed he’ll be home in 3 days.  YIPPEE!  I kinda miss him and I know the dogs do too. So, to re-iterate: my assignment passed in. The Hubby is home in a few short days. I think it’s time to eat, sleep and be merry. Or at least sleep.  Sleep would be good.  After a movie.

When I arrived home from work this evening I had a message on the phone. For once it wasn’t a telemarketer or a parent who never listens. Despite our answering machine clearly indicating our names in its message, parents frequently misdial a local school’s phone number an leave messages on our maching relating to little Johnny’s absence from school. Happens a couple of times a week all year long. But I digress. Today’s message was actually intended for me.

T’was Canada Post calling. Apparently one of their drivers had attempted to deliver a parcel to the house but found the address was a vacant lot. They were calling for a forwardig address. Only one problem. The address the rep rattled off on the answering machine was the correct address for our house.

I called them back and confirmed that they had the correct address. That’s when the fun began. The lady at Canada Post kept insisting that there was no house at this address and that it was only a vacant lot. I’m sure the neighbours would be surprised to know that the door they helped fix last night or the garage they helped build this summer don’t exist. After suggesting that perhaps the driver might have become lost and gone to the wrong address the woman continued to argue with me. Bah! As far as I’m aware there are no vacant lots on my block. However, one block over there are no houses. We have a little park at the end of the street. Perhaps the driver zigged when he was supposed to zag andfound himself at the park instead of driving up our street to the house. It’s either that or they confused the avenues and streets in the address.

Must be a new delivery driver since the regular postal delivery woman seems to have no issues finding the house in order to deliver packages to us. Christmas around the corner. Textbooks due for winter classes any day now. Lots of online Christmas completed and packages eagerly awaited.

Hope all those deliveries go well. In the meantime I’ll be picking up todays package from the postal outlet on Monday…

I logged into my courses today prepared to submit my assignments only to see that next week’s assignment was also tagged with a Monday due date. Not good. Not good at all. Some mad dash typing ensued and the peace has started to settle across the building once again.

Then I gathered up all of the garbage -less than a quarter bag, go me – to put out in the cans for pickup. After opening the can I’d left out for collection I discovered that last weeks’ garbage wasn’t picked up. Can someone please explain to me why I’m paying the city to remove my garbage – amounts of which I’ve drastically reduced within the past year – when the city garbage disposal contractors don’t pick it up?

And while you’re at it, please explain why I’m billed for assumed rain water run-off from my property and threatened with fines if we don’t clear the snow from city owned walkways in front of our homes but the city barely manages to clear roads after snowfall.

Bah! Silly hall and utility fees are really getting in my neves these days.