Something happened about three weeks ago that I meant to blog about, but had accidently forgotten.
Madeline and I arrived home from the YMCA one morning to discover a pair of notices from Canada Post taped to our door, signalling that we'd missed a parcel delivery. According to the notices, the packages could be collected from the post office nearest to us the next day. I was kind of sad to have missed the mail carrier, but it happens sometimes.
About half an hour later, I was in the middle of making a quesadilla for lunch when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find our mail carrier standing there with two large packages for us! "I was driving past down your street again, and I noticed that your truck was in the driveway," she explained, "so I thought I'd drop off your packages!" I was stunned, but not stunned enough to thank the mail carrier profusely.
You see, when we were in Calgary, our mail carrier there often wouldn't even bother to ring the bell when delivering a package. He or she would just assume that we weren't home, I guess, because on several occasions I found a parcel collection notice in our mailbox when I'd been home the entire day. Grr!