misdelivery in Hurley
Friday, February 5 2021
Today one of the packages I'd been tracking containing something I'd bought on eBay was supposedly "out for delivery." But then it was delivered with a note of "delivered parcel locker." I don't have a parcel locker, so what could that mean? I called the Hurley post office (the one near the Stewarts kitty-corner across Old 209 from the Hurley Mountain Inn) and asked what that meant, and the very nice gentleman on the other end said that it was a code that meant the parcel had been left somewhere near the destination. When I told him that the parcel had not been delivered, he had me give him the tracking number, something that somehow revealed it had been dropped off at 126 Sunset Court, on an entirely different postal route in Hurley. Evidently there had been some sort of screw up and that was where the tracking number had routed it. The nice gentleman seemed confident this would all be straightened out, but I (of course) wasn't so sure. The order had cost $60 (for a Samsung Chromebook that was not in particularly good shape), and if I thought there was a chance I could just retrieve it from the stoop of 126 Sunset Terrace, I'd try that. So, not even bothering to wear real pants or non-Croc shoes, I climbed into the Nissan Leaf and used Google Maps to guide me to my destination, which was off Zandhoek, high on a hill with a good westward view (our house could probably be seen from there with binoculars). I didn't see my parcel on the stoop outside the house, so I put on a N95 mask (it's still coronavirus season), parked the car, and walked up to the house. It wasn't visible inside the house, and nobody responded when I knocked on the door.
Back at the house, I Googled the address 126 Sunset Terrace and found a "Dominique Musialkiewicz," so I sent her a Facebook message, though she never responded (perhaps because messages from non-friends usually go to a place in Facebook where they are difficult to find). [A later Google search showed that a local Republican politician, John Perry, lives at that address. That would better explain the unnecessarily large pickup truck I'd found parked in the driveway.]
Today Powerful went grocery shopping and then made us an Asian-style meal with udon noodles, brothy vegetables, and deep-fried tofu. It was appallingly oily, making Ray's cooking fat-free by comparison. Initially I liked it, but after I was done I kind of regretted it. Gretchen was particularly disturbed, noting in horror how little canola oil was left in the bottle on the kitchen island.
This evening I installed a deep shelf on the sloping west ceiling-wall of the laboratory behind where I typically sit. I installed it atop the conduit carrying the split's electricity and coolant pipes, just below the level of the laboratory's only collar tie (on which the indoor unit of the split itself is mounted). I made the shelf from the plank remaining from the piece I'd used to make the keyboard surface for the new computer desk. The shelf could rest on 90-degree turn of the split conduit, but its northeast corner was completely unsupported. So I cut a 21 inch piece from an aluminum pipe that used to belong to a lawn chair, flattened and bent the ends and used it as a support strut, hanging that corner of the shelf from the ceiling above. I then used loops of thin steel wire to secure the shelf tight in place atop the conduit. The goal with this shelf is to store multi-dish storage containers that I can easily access and then put away, hopefully to get a handle on laboratory entropy. (The visit to my childhood home a month ago was something of a wake-up call regarding the sort of disorder my genome can get comfortable with.)
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