Canada Post & You've Got Mail Part 2

On January 11, 2014, I wrote a blog about super mail boxes, or community mail boxes that were sprouting up in newer neighbourhoods like ours. I included the absurd idea spewed by the conservative government about the health benefits to seniors of these eyesores.

Seven years later,  I've become used to the idea of occasionally trekking a couple of blocks and I've adapted to varying climatic hindrances that were part of acquiring my mail.

Recently, the super mailboxes have been upgraded. We received a notice and a set of keys one day. Several weeks later, I was afforded further senior exercise opportunities by having to visit the mailbox three times. The boxes had suddenly been changed and I had neglected to switch the key on my lanyard. After going back home and retrieving the correct new key, I headed back only to discover that the boxes and numbers were also different. Back home I went to reacquaint myself with the new information. Then I tried to get my mail ! 

 At first glance, I noted the attractive artwork and sleek, stylistic design of the replacement boxes. 

Apparently, these boxes are not  only pretty, but also "more secure" we're told by Canada Post. That's a relief. After all, I wouldn't want anyone stealing my coupons, solicitations for money, or my Senior Health and Snowbird magazines.  If you look carefully at the front, there's an added bonus...giant numerals that can easily be seen without having to put on the dreaded reading glasses. OK...so far, so good.

Lovely concrete slabs to be hidden by snow in winter. I'd hate to have boxes 14 to 16...read on.

                                                                   

So what could possibly be the problem you ask? Upon careful examination you can see that the boxes are no longer square, but resemble a safety deposit box. Yes, they are slightly wider and yes, the advantage that's described in the user guide is that your magazines will lay flat as will your large business envelopes. Yayyy....bonus no more added wrinkles to William Shatner or Betty White on the cover of my Zoomer magazine.

https://www.canadapost-postescanada.ca/cpo/mc/assets/pdf/cmb/CMB_Guide_en.pdf  

There's a telephone number to call if you have mobility issues...wonderful. Good thinking. This does not help the bulk of the older population in our neighbourhood. I don't think the idea of "test subjects" ever came into the designer's mind. I'm also certain that there's been no input from the public and by public, I'm referring specifically to the senior population. 

I saw an older man who seemed to have brought a small child to help get his mail. How nice I initially thought...grandpa has taken grandson with him. I also saw a woman who was curiously contorted into a pretzel in front of the installation. Then I located and opened my own mailbox. 

I was instantly thankful that my mail slot was toward the centre and not lower down. First, I had to hunch down and twist my neck in an attempt to determine whether anything was inside (hence, pretzel lady). Secondly, the slit was so narrow, my slightly chubby, adult arm could barely fit inside (thus, small child accompaniment). Thirdly, I think the slot went all the way into the next township.

I must say though, these mailboxes give me a new mission. Henceforth, I will spend some of my free time lurking and doing an independent study of mail retrieval methods from these boxes. I'm particularly looking forward to seeing how well people are able to accomplish handstands in order to get mail from slots 14 to 16.

Oh....and please, please don't ever send me a parcel!

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UPDATE - Went to the mailbox with my adult son yesterday. He offered to reach into the box for our mail. His arm is thinner and longer, still....

This morning, hubby suggested a new solution. Brilliant.

What We're Taught and What We Teach

 I finally figured out my password so I'm back. The format of this blog space has changed. I hate the new appearance. I'm at an age where I hate almost anything new, and generally, I feel justified. The composing page is very white and I find it difficult to see. I might as well use paper so I can tell what I've written. The font keeps changing. Anyhow, as is obvious, I haven't been here for a long time. The pandemic has taken over my being, both physical, and mental, and I did not feel compelled to write anything on that particular subject. It's been  covered by many.

The media has bombarded us constantly with everything...facts,  fear, predictions, and horrible events happening to humanity. Our perceptions of the world have changed and not for the better. We have all had enough.

The following story was inspired by one of my recent outdoor hikes. I enjoy my quiet alone walking time when I can meditate, reflect, and remember. 

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''Pick that up right now and don't ever do that again!"

My mom was livid. She made me feel very tiny in my four foot tall, eight year old body. I had committed the ultimate faux pas, and I was shaking. How dare I?

What did I do that incurred her wrath you ask? I dropped a gum wrapper on the ground. Yes, it was a teeny tiny piece of Wrigley's foil, made even more compact because I first crumpled it in my youthful hand. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I recall the exact location, time of day, and what I was wearing. It's as though even now, I can see myself committing that heinous act.

I was scolded. "Put that in your pocket until you get home, or at least to a place where you can properly throw it out."

I was upset and embarrassed. I don't believe I have ever purposely littered since. By purposely, I'm not counting the occasional store receipt that brazenly escapes from a grocery bag on a gusty day.

Although I didn't always enjoy it when I was young, as an adult, I appreciate a lot of what my parents instilled in me. The subject of trash based on my experiences, has become a particular sore point. 

When I'm out going for a walk, I often think back on my upbringing and it makes me sad. There, littering the ground are pizza boxes, food wrappers, drink cans, toys, clothing, and more.***     

A rather large culprit these days seems to be pandemic masks. In the spirit of true confessions, I admit I have lost one. Since then, I have made certain it won't happen again by attaching them to a lanyard around my neck.

I was upset and yet somehow heartened to read this article about a wonderful woman in New Brunswick who is doing her best to help during these troubling times.

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/new-brunswick/disposable-masks-litter-fredericton-1.5980976

I often think about my teaching days. Although I remained within the confines of the curriculum, I managed to deviate from time to time. If I had it to do again, I believe I would base my whole year around nature and environmental issues with an emphasis on litter. I'd add a few "adulting" skills like money management, and some fun but educational life skills...perhaps knitting, sewing, and the like.  

I could totally do this. Either that, or start my own Waldorf school.

 https://torontowaldorfschool.com/curriculum/environmental-initiatives/

My faith was restored recently, when I saw a man, late thirties I'm guessing, and his large furry Newfoundland dog, walking along a woodlot area. The man had a bag, gloves, a grabber, and was collecting trash. Impressed, I stopped and spoke to him and gave his dog a cookie. 

"I figured I might as well do this since I have to walk my dog anyhow, " he said. 

I thanked him for being a good citizen, moved on, and wondered about his upbringing. It also motivated me to think about doing the same thing in future.  After all, I have a grabber, some gloves, and lots of bags...just no non essential dog.

I think awareness starts with each individual. Perhaps someone will see me picking up trash and become inspired as well. Either that, or they'll wonder about the sad, weird old lady gathering the neighbourhood garbage. 

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***RANDOM DISCOVERIES

of course, the masks

food packaging and energy drink cans

                                                                                                                                                          

miscellaneous clothing, shoes, even underwear

blender anyone? 

toys of all sorts

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UPDATE - April 21, 2021

It's the day before Earth Day. I have been heartened to see pictures and articles of late about people cleaning up, picking up, and making future plans to do the same. Wouldn't it be nice though if this weren't necessary? If only people would think before they toss!