There’s something about our address that makes us difficult to find on some mapping services. Google gets it right, Yahoo gets it wrong. That means that it’s taken quite awhile to get the local mail and parcel delivery people to find us. Thanks to much book-buying, UPS now makes regular visits and even knows to which part of the house we belong. I ordered something shipped through FedEx, though, and the trouble began. Yesterday the package was not delivered because, as the tracking website so dramatically put it, there was a “Delay in delivery due to weather or natural disaster.” We had ice on the local roads, so I’m hoping they stayed home. Today, however, the package did not arrive, so I called the service center to let them know that, yes, once again, though their computers say we don’t exist, we do. Someday we may find the mysterious glitch that keeps us from being found, but, until then, I’ll be making regular calls to the FedEx folks (this being the third or fourth time we’ve gone through this). I have, though, considered walking down to the other part of Landon Road, where I think they expect us to be and camping out with a big sign with my address on it. Maybe in better weather.
Erin
Alan Schmierer