I just paid MasterCard and decluttered my chequing account of a substantial sum that did not really belong to me anyway. Today, I shall extract the goose from the freezer and pack the box that's going to Ottawa. I have a sturdy wine carton with heavy corrugated dividers, and if I wrap each item (except the fruitcake, which should survive Armageddon) in bubblepack, and sift styrofoam peanuts in and around everything until it's quite snug, it ought to arrive safely. I have mailed marmalade to Afghanistan, dammit -- I can do this! Foggy and wet in Stratford. My money's on a green Christmas.
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