I am the sort of person who the instantaneous data access of the internet was made for. This is especially true when it comes to shipping. If I have ordered something, I will be obsessively checking the tracking site daily (if not more often) to see how far my package has come, and if I mail something, I’m right there online, following its progress as it wings its way to its intended recipient.
Christmastime is always a perfect opportunity to fulfill my obsessive tracking needs. I’ve watched every package I’ve ordered make its way to our doorstep, and these past few days I have carefully tracked our first package out, as it made its way up to my little sister. We shipped it this past weekend because I knew it was going to be quite heavy and I was nervous that if we waited it wouldn’t make it there in time. So naturally this meant it arrived over a week early. Ah well.
On the plus side, however, this worked out well, because part of the gift I’m giving my family this year is something that I didn’t ever have the opportunity to test before I sent. So my little sister was more than happy to oblige. I’m not going to go into more specifics, because the remaining family who will be getting this exact same thing in *their* package reads this, but suffice it to say that everything worked out better than I had hope. So yay for me.
On an entirely unrelated note, around this time of year, in some cultures, little children leave their shoes out at night, in the hopes that Saint Nick will fill them with gifts.
Richard took his shoes off last night while we were camped out on the couch watching TV, and forgot to take them downstairs with him when we went to bed. So when we came upstairs this morning, imagine our surprise to find out that Saint Nick had stopped by, to fill them full of gifts!
(Of course, in this case, Saint Nick comes in the form of a rather portly tortoiseshell cat, whose favorite thing to do is to cart around her extensive collection of small stuffed critters, and who also has quite a fascination for Richard’s shoes, but still, it seemed very holiday-appropriate today.)
Tis the season for Holidailies!