Still A Fence

I am in a dull, fretful mood brought on by having to stay home for almost a week to track and receive FedEx, UPS, and USPS deliveries of the new furnishings that I have purchased for my fin de vie apartment. The carriers are determined to dump off my boxes and packages at the first step that they see, which is on the other side of this large building and at the entrance for other tenants which is not my entrance; and nothing that I do seems to convince the carriers that they must deliver my boxes and packages to my home. It is certainly too far for me, from one side of the building to the other side of it, to drag my heavy furniture home, down an uneven road and through rain puddles. The carriers have ignored the instructions that I have discussed ad nauseam with their supervisors and which I have entered into my online accounts with these carriers: at back door-go up handicap ramp-open door-turn right-dlv. DLV being their term for DELIVER.

I am fenced into my nice, new apartment by their ineptitude and sloth.

Today FedEx delivered two pieces of furniture, neither of which I can pick up, to the other side of the building. I spend the better part of yesterday trying to sort this out, and it looks like today will be no better. I can hardly wait until the stuffed chair and sofa arrive.

A Pretty Fence Is Still A Fence

animation and still image by Annmarie Throckmorton 2021