“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

What an adventure that box of See’s Valentine candy continues to have! A very nice man at my neighborhood sub-station, where I mailed that box to Mother February 3, priority – two-day-delivery, has sorted it out. I hope.

So far, contrary to what appeared online, it has NOT been delivered in a wrong town and has now been “flagged” and will (eventually) be delivered.

As I watched on my laptop screen, it bounced from conveyor belt to conveyor belt back and forth between Midland and Austin for two weeks untouched by human hands, because a typo had been made by a local postal worker. 

It arrived repeatedly in Midland where a sensor said, “Oops. Not here.” and sent it on it’s way to Austin where another non-human said, “Not here.”

After this morning’s meeting at the Vista PO Substation, I just now received the following: “Your package is moving within the USPS network and is on track to be delivered to its final destination. It is currently in transit to the next facility.”

What a comfort! God only knows where that next facility might be.

While on a postal theme, here, I post a couple of pictures of my Granddaddy Capshaw, one from his early days as a postman:

and this one from how I remember his bring mail to our front door:

And here is my darling mail delivery woman today, in a self-portrait created by herself for a thank-you note. It a perfect caricature of Stephanie approaching my front door, courageously every day, no matter that two horrible dogs are barking ferociously just on the other side.