It was a simple thing. An order placed on Amazon for some office supply that I needed. Here in our neck of the Blue Ridge we do not get mail delivery to our home. The package was to arrive yesterday. The rain and sleet throughout mostof the day covered the roads and front steps and left the back deck shiny with a glaze of ice. The danger of normal roads with a slight coating of ice presents a danger. Adding the steep hills, winding curves, and narrow shoulder-less roads of the Blue Ridge sets the scenery for nightmares.
We have had a conundrum with mail service over the last year and a half. Our long-time carrier retired on medical leave. Shortly after learning the names and box placement of our route, received a cancer diagnosis that took her life a few short months later. For a time that followed, multiple substitute carriers caused all manner of mayhem. Several times we had to deliver packages to neighbors – even driving once to the tippy top of our ridge to a new home we didn’t know existed hosting a spectacular view.
Gary checked our mailbox today to find two package locker keys. One opened a locker that was empty. Neither held the package I was expecting. I texted our mail carrier to inquire and she said the sub for her day off got a lot of packages mixed up. A neighbor had my missing delivery and was going to drop it off to me. Except she didn’t. So the mail carrier texted her and relayed the message that said neighbor would drop it off to me this evening after work. Except she didn’t. Finally at 8 pm and several text messages to investigate further when I might get this package I needed for our small business – the lady’s husband drove down to our house to drop it off to my husband who was waiting in the driveway.
Disaster averted – husbands to the rescue.