So, if anyone is counting (and I am), we have been in this house seven years in February. Remember this detail because it is key to what's been going on around here.
As I am sure we all know, when you purchase - or rent - a home that had previous owners/tenants for a while there you will still receive their mail for a time. But, generally, it all gets sorted out eventually and the only things you will continue to receive for them is junk mail.
And that's not a big deal - we can all spot junk mail a mile away and it just lands in the recycling. Odds are they aren't going to miss it...because it is JUNK mail.
So imagine our surprise when we discovered that a vacuum had been delivered to our front door. At first, I thought, "Oh, The Husband must have lost his freaking mind and ordered a vacuum cleaner for me as a Christmas present." But even he knows the rules, unless I specifically ask for an appliance of any kind, they are not Christmas gifts. Although, I'm not going to lie, I HAVE been wanting a new vacuum cleaner - but I have not uttered this desire to him. And, this particular vacuum would not have been on my radar anyway.
So when I questioned him about the said appliance he noted that it was addressed to one of the previous owners.
And we don't have her forwarding address.
So the vacuum cleaner sat there as we pondered how to handle this issue.
And then ANOTHER box landed on our porch - again addressed to one of the former owners. We looked at these two things and pondered on how to handle both of these boxes. We finally decided that The Husband should take these boxes back to the Post Office and explain what happened and let them figure it out. Which he did. And as he left the house he said, "How much do you want to bet that these come back to us?" And we laughed and joked about how the vacuum cleaner would be ours then.
My question in this whole saga is HOW in the hell did these boxes land on our front porch in the first place? As I mentioned, we've been here almost SEVEN years and, as if any of us could forget, there was a VERY LONG lockdown in place during some of those years. A lockdown which had everyone buying just about everything online. And yet, during that lockdown we never received not one, much less two, packages for this previous owner.
And now here we are.
It's baffling. The one box was from a popular department store. I know that this owner has children, who were very small seven years ago. And I also know, from experience, that very small children grow very quickly. And that, back in the day, I spent quite a bit of money at this department store acquiring larger sizes for my once small, but quickly growing, child. So, I would imagine, that this owner acquired quite a bit of children's clothing from this particular department store during the lockdown. I know I would have.
So, if that's the case, one would think they would have changed the delivery and billing addresses of their account back then.
And I am also imagining, that this person is looking at the tracking info - which is surely telling them that the items have been delivered - and wondering what in the hell is going on - pretty much like we were when these items landed on our porch.
I kid you not, as I was in the process of editing this post, guess what showed up on our front porch? The box. (Not the one with the vacuum, unfortunately . I'm guessing that will show up tomorrow. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me) *sigh* The Husband just carted it back to the Post Office where, hopefully, this time it will either land at the previous owner's new address or back to the place whence it came.
And that is how I know blogging will never completely go away. Because life keeps throwing up these random, baffling things which practically BEG to be blogged about.