I went a little postal. Meet Pete.

Meet Pete aka Pokey Pete aka Repeat.  I have wanted a maileg for several years.  Hubby bought me a ballerina mouse this summer on vacation.  After seeing Carol's wonderful collection of pixies I went to see what was on Ebay.  Not many but I bid on a couple.  I am a very low bidder on Ebay and at the doll auctions.  But this guy was not being bid on.  I guess maybe people didn't want a four foot pixie.  But I was thrilled to get him.   Well his journey took him all over the place.  See his box.  He had arrived at my old house Dec. 17.  I called the post office and asked for them to grab him off the mail truck and I would come get him.  Nope, Mr. Grumpy Postman said he couldn't do.  So then he was to be forwarded to the post office here......about 5 miles from my old post office.  Well I just got him on Friday.  Yep,took him forever to get here.  I actually worried about his safety.  The person that I bought him from had computer generated my address which took him to my old address even though I changed it when I ordered.  Long story, kinda shorter, old Postmaster didn't want to help me get my forwarded mail or Pete.  Different Postmaster where I got him made me pay another $10 to get him out of confinement.  I need to mention I was at said post office an hour.  I tried to argue the additional postage.  After being told to step back in the long line while he found the package that had been at the front desk and disappeared.  That was a mistake on his part about asking me to get back in the line.  I did and here I was again at the front of the line.  Being told to step aside while they located him.  So I know this is long.  About 20 minutes in the "step aside" location.  I walked in front of the line and said, Give me the damn package."  I didn't actually say that, I think, hah.  The postmaster asked if there was wine inside the box.  Maybe he thought I was a wino.  The box was a wine box.  When I finally paid the $10 I told that clerk, "How do I file a damage claim as I can see there will be damage."  He agreed.  The post master of this office never resurfaced.  I knew Pete was worth it so I don't even care.  I did call my old post office.  The Postmaster must have been to lunch as I got the guy there I like.  I explained about not getting mail and he took the time to see why my mail was going to Waldo, Ohio.  Where is Waldo (he he)......I have no clue.  Anyway he fixed the error.  We didn't talk about Pete.  I said that I wasn't happy with the Postmaster and I really didn't like him.  He said he had to work with him and he didn't like him either.  I asked why he wouldn't look up this problem.  Clerk said because he probably didn't know how to get online.  So anyway, Grumpy Man, that was worth my $10 to know that you are not liked even by your peers.

Back to Pete.  He was in this damaged box......way to small of a box.  But he was in plastic and he was fine.  Now that is until the heavy picture above him fell on him a couple sleeps ago.  Wow, that was exciting to hear that when we were sound asleep.  I guess command strips don't hold heavy things.  Anyway, Pete is just fine.  I told him he could stay out all year because I couldn't imagine putting him in another box.  He is pleased and so am I. 

 

And here is Hank again online.  He even typed in some letter.s  Yes, that's my foot.  Piper is on the other side of the screen.    Winter is here in Ohio.  Stay warm and safe.  XO