During the random minutes throughout the day when I am not feeling sorry for myself because I've HAD NO ICE CUBES FOR A WEEK, and was TRAPPED IN THE MANSION WITHOUT SCRATCHERS because of flash-flooding... I have been worrying about The Pony.
You know that pouring rain that caused the flash floods also fell on The Pony, right? During his 8-hour work day walking 11 miles to deliver the mail. We got no mail. That's understandable. A car is not a boat, so our rural carrier could not get to Mailbox Row. At least the temperature was in the mid-60s, a range that The Pony finds comfortable. Let's hope The Pony was not wearing a windbreaker and a jacket. Another rash would be the icing on this unfortunate spite cake from The Universe.
The Pony sent me three short videos Monday night, of his travels through his own flooding. Oh, and one that morning before work, as well. I'd love to share them, but cannot, as they take up too much of something electronic-y transmit-y to send to my blog. I'm pretty sure the problem is with my meager internet.
Anyhoo... before work, I got a video from The Pony looking out his back door at his Rogue in the driveway. Which was sitting in three or four inches of water that also covered The Pony's back porch.
"Well! So much for keeping my shoes dry!"
I advised The Pony to take off his shoes and carry them to the car. Alas, he had already left for work by the time the video loaded on my phone. It would only have delayed the wet shoes by about an hour, until The Pony had his mail cased and loaded in his Metris for delivery.
Later in the evening, I sent a text asking if The Pony was okay. It was 4:58. The Pony was home from work, but sent me the three videos. Which showed those poor shoes, slogging through ankle-deep water, in what looked like a shallow lake. When crossing a bridge, The Pony showed the rapidly-flowing water, and caught a BRICK bobbing along. Crossed to the other side of the bridge, and showed that brick sailing down the stream. Water has to flow pretty fast to carry a BRICK on the surface!
Anyhoo... The Pony was home, and drying out, trying to decide what to order to have delivered for supper. No shade here. The Pony deserved to have delivery, after such a hard day of work.
I am sure you probably know this—since you have personal ties to the post office— but do you know you can signup on the USPS website for alerts everyday of items being delivered to your mailbox? They email you every morning with snapshots of the mail items and list of packages. I am a ways away from my mailbox and like to know if anything important is delivering.
ReplyDeletePudge450,
DeleteI have seen that on their website. I don't do it myself, because since The Pony started working there, I've been reading the unofficial USPS Reddit thread, and the posters there do not look favorably upon it, heh, heh. Of course the main reason for that thread is so the workers can vent about stuff that irritates them.
I hope it works for you. The carriers say it is not always accurate, and it's the bane of their existence, because customers blame them for not delivering their items that they saw were supposed to be there that day. With so many pieces of mail going out daily, I can see how some would get misplaced, no matter where it occurs along the line.
He definitely earned a delivered dinner and I hope his choice was magnificent. Does he have other shoes to wear while these ones dry out?
ReplyDeleteRiver,
DeleteI forgot to ask what The Pony had for dinner that night. I like to eat vicariously through him, heh, heh!
The Pony has another pair of shoes. Several, actually. Another pair he got at the same time as these, plus some older ones that will do for a day. He says he sets his shoes on an air vent, and they're usually dry by the next day. At least until he steps out the door!