When our great grandchildren study their ancestors, they might point to today as a pivotal turn toward Pod living.
The Canada Post decision to phase out home delivery puts us one step closer to living without human interaction.
It was a time of great change, the time we used to stop and greet one another and say, c’mon over for coffee sometime.
We began to pay bills and bank online. Working on our tablets from the kitchen command centre was easier every day and shopping a simple yes to that blinking cart on the blue screen. Texting friends became quicker than punching in a phone number for a real phone call. Who needed to travel when we could Skype across the globe? Entertaining family and friends was expensive and increased the chance of transmitting all those nasty cold viruses. Hugs were nice but so were all those cute little icons on Instagram.
They did put in community mail boxes and said we could go there instead of receiving our mail at home. But no one is in the square and nothing is in that box. Nobody sends anything anymore with those expensive collector’s item stamps. Why would you send a beautiful Christmas card in the mail to your elderly aunt who can’t get out of bed, let alone walk to the city centre to pick up her mail? Gone are the days when we invited the mailman in to share a nip of bubbly to toast the royal wedding, playing on the weird thing they called a TV.
I heard there were some rumblings but most dismissed it as nostalgic thinking. You can’t keep a postman because he’s charming and always stops to chat about the icy patches.
And I guess there’s no reason to get one of these hand painted beauties.
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That nip of bubbly remains one of my favourite 129 memories. We were clad in PJs for heaven’s sake. I still remember him: red hair, freckles, Canada Post shorts and a look of utter shock and pleasure at the warm welcome (or was it the warmth in his belly as the bubbly went down?)