“That will be $6.43 for first class,” she said, and indeed the monitor screen turned my way, spat out the same information, so I reckoned it was so.
“$6.00?” I whined. “I’ll be better off with the flat rate envelope.”
I was stunned. I had spent several hours during the morning packaging and addressing books, and now here I was learning I would have to redo the whole project. My other books always mail more cheaply than in the flat rate envelope, but Link to Excellence is a substantially bigger book, and I had thoroughly miscalculated. Hadn’t even thought of there being a problem.
“Okay, I’ll repackage them. I’ll need a big stack of flat rate envelopes.”
Went home, ripped apart all my beautiful work, and repackaged and readdressed all the single books. Then there were the larger orders for 5, 10, 20 and 30 books and we ran out of flat rate boxes for the big orders and the post office by then had closed. Jerry is being so kind as to finish up all this mailing today…for…I’m off to Louisville.
My plane leaves Ontario at 10:20, so I need to be there at 9:00, (I surely don’t want a middle seat, and I’m flying Southwest with no assigned seats, and can’t check in on the Internet for I’m flying Senior rate and they have to check my ID. Boarding passes are assigned in the order in which passengers check in, so I want to be there early to get either an aisle or a window seat) and it takes about an hour to travel to the airport so that takes us to 8:00, and I’m allowing an extra 15 minutes for delays, so that schedules us leaving the house here at 7:45. My clothes are laid out, but not in the suitcase yet. I’ll wait another half hour–let Jerry sleep–then go in, dress, and finish packing.
Yesterday was hectic, what with the mailing problems, doing all the laundry from camp, including blankets and sheets from the motor home, dealing with 10 days worth of mail, paying bills, a dental appointment at 2:00, and taking pictures of Ken and Nancy.
Ken is now retired from the sheriff’s department and they are so excited. His retirement party was Saturday, and we were disappointed that we were not able to attend. Once during the morning yesterday, I thought I heard a snippet of siren, and in a few minutes Jerry came in the house, beaming. “Shirley, come out and see Ken’s quad. It’s a Ranger Polaris with a 700 cc engine.”
“Can’t do it, Jerry. I’m not dressed.” I could tell he was disappointed, but he proceeded to describe this great toy. Although it’s illegal to have them, Nancy had ordered a light bar that flashes red and green and had it attached to the vehicle. During the retirement party at the golf course, someone drove the vehicle in, its illegal lights flashing gaily. Recall now, that the majority of the guests were law enforcement officers of one kind or another. It was a blast, I hear. Ken and Nancy took off yesterday in Ken’s dad’s motor home for Convict Lake in the High Sierra’s, and Jerry wanted me to take pictures of them leaving for their first vacation trip of their retirement years.
Ken doesn’t have a place to park his quad, so he and Jerry connived that he would park it in our garage, where we have plenty of room. They were like two little boys yesterday talking about it. Ken’s going to buy a blade for it and clear away the snow from all the neighbor’s driveways…come Winter when the cold wind blows.
Anyway, I was busy yesterday, and I’ll be gone again in a few hours. The occasion is the United Pentecostal Church national ladies conference, which is held every two years. I’ll attend all the services and sign books at the display area. Hope to sell a lot of them. Pam Kern and I will share a room at the Marriott. Anyway, I think it’s the Marriott. She made the reservation, and yesterday I emailed her, asking for all the particulars, just in case her plane would be drastically delayed or something like that. She’s flying from Seattle and our planes are scheduled to land 45 minutes apart. Should work out fine, but I don’t want to be found wandering around the Louisville airport, knowing I have a room somewhere in the city, but not sure where. 🙂
I’m not taking a computer, so my blogging will depend on the business center’s accommodations at the hotel. Hope I will be able to. Last night, I tried to talk Jerry into blogging for me while I am gone. “Come over here to my computer, and I’ll show you exactly how to do it,” I pled.
Nothing doing, he plainly stated.
So, I’ll try to keep you updated on my activities, if I can at all. If not, we’ll talk on next Saturday. Cheers.
I know what, some of you geeky bloggers find a way to hack into my site and take over the running of this part of the blogosphere. I give you my permission. It better be good, though.