Remember how, in the movie (1942) “Casablanca,” to get to America you went to Casablanca in Morocco — and then you waited, and waited, and waited?

I ordered a sweater. It was on sale. I bought it at the end of November. It was wandering between various locations in Illinois, then went to Windsor, Connecticut where it sat for a few days, then came (theoretically) to Uxbridge. No one accepted the package at our only post office, so it went back to Windsor, Connecticut. It stayed there a couple of days. Three days ago it was (again, theoretically) returned to the Uxbridge post office has still not been accepted. So, it waits, and waits, and waits.

Mind you we only have that single post office which is about half a mile from here. This isn’t a big town and we don’t have a lot of streets. No major highways. All we have is Main Street which is also Route 122. The Post Office is on Route 146 which might be, but I’m not sure, Quaker Highway. That road changes names about every 300 feet, so it could be anything. Who know? We go by numbers because while roads change names, the number stays the same.

The package has yet to be “accepted” by the post office nor has it been scheduled for delivery. It’s — like me — waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

If I don’t get it by the end of the week, I can get my money back. I’d much rather have the sweater. It’s a nice sweater, dark red cashmere. I got it at a terrific discount AND it’s the right size.

I’m convinced I will never see it. I think it’s lost somewhere, possibly in a bathroom between Windsor, Connecticut and Uxbridge, Massachusetts. The one place I know it isn’t, is here.

I’m waiting. And waiting. And waiting. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Or not.

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  1. We have similar “black holes” for packages. We track them from Sydney or Melbourne collection centres, they are “in transit” to Launceston and more often we hear nothing more for a week or more. We don’t know if they are in a shed at the airport at one end or the other or if the sorters in Launceston just can’t process packages fast enough. Then suddenly we get notified that our package is at South Burnie, Boat Harbour and Sisters Beach within a couple of hours. We’ve learned that if a package is in South Burnie at breakfast time there is a good chance it will be here by lunchtime. But where is it during that lost week we always wonder?
    Last week we had another interesting package experience. Naomi ordered some stuff from a discount chemist based in Launceston. We’ve done it before and our parcels have come via Australia Post. Now they have changed to a courier company who couldn’t find our house. Fair enough, most homes here don’t have numbers. Naomi called them and tried to explain how to find our house. She gave what I thought were very simple directions. The man said “That’s too complicated to tell our driver” Had he not heard of writing it down? The guys who deliver from the supermarket have no trouble with directions but the Hobart based taxi dispatcher refuses to believe our address exists because “It’s not in the system.” I gave up and walked round to the shop to be picked up if I needed one.


    • We occasionally are told they can’t find our house which is ridiculous since they have been delivering here — all the delivery services — for decades. There was a period when Amazon decided to start their own delivery service and I have no idea what GPS software they were using, but you could see the van on a map and they would be less than a mile away on a dirt road and probably stuck in a snowdrift of that great oozing mud we have all over the valley. The seem to have finally gotten it together and these days you see their trucks everywhere.

      THIS package was interesting since they sent it to Uxbridge, no one accepted it (too many packages and only one person working?), so they sent it back to Connecticut. Then a few days later, they sent it back to Uxbridge where it still sits, unprocessed, and not going anywhere. Tomorrow I’m going over there and see if I can extract the package. The post office is just a quarter of a mile from here. It’s ridiculous. I’m just hoping they decided to process the package before it goes back to Wisconsin where it began its life.


  2. As a kid on the farm we ordered many things via Catalogue. This was always an adventure. When might things arrive?? In time for Christmas? Hopefully. Even then we couldn’t be assured we would get what we ordered. Sometimes they ran out of that item. Then they would substitute something as similar as possible, but usually of a higher value. Sometimes that worked out … sometimes not. In all, I don’t recall a lousy Christmas. Those were special times with my 4 brothers and my sister.


    • We didn’t have Christmas. Jewish. I visited people who had Christmas, and wished I had it too. That didn’t happen until I grew up and married. THEN I had Christmas! I used to order from catalogues a lot because the local stores didn’t have clothing I felt comfortable wearing to work. LL Bean, Land’s End (for example) made nice, neutral clothing in non-blinding colors. They made skirts that were long enough. The mall clothing was “fashionable.” I wasn’t.


  3. How it could be, Marilyn?


    • They always make it sound like it’s your problem figuring out how to get it, when after all, you paid THEM the money, not the USPS. I hope I see the sweater. It’s beautiful and every few years they are reduced in price to a point I can afford one. I’m afraid it’s lost. Or stolen.


  4. Maybe it’s in Morocco?


  5. (From Garry, just on my computer)

    Check with Rick who has special papers that may expedite travel for your sweater.

    We’ll always have Roxbury.

    Here’s looking at you, Kid.


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