care packages
16 Dec 2005 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneafter the slip for the package that the post office lost three weeks ago, i had accumulated two additional notices that packages were waiting in customs. (we assumed the second one was about the same package as the first one--that they'd just found it, you know.) so today we finally took a bus there, wax having to get up at an unholy early hour on her first day of the afternoon shift. the round trip took like an hour all told and...
there was NOTHING illegal in the packages.
let me repeat for your viewing pleasure!
there was nothing illegal in any of the three packages from my parents that had been seized at customs in the past month. there was nothing illegal listed in the contents and nothing that looked like it might be illegal to an x-ray.
we were helped by a friendly and sweet and amusingly potty little old customs man who couldn't figure out why anybody would have seized any of the three packages, and finally opened the one labelled "soap, tshirts, candlestick1" in confusion, but gave up on rifling it when it proved to contain soap, a shirt, a candlestick and a lot of bubble wrap. he wrapped the box up with twine to make a carrying handle, spoke a bit of swedish, and told me that he wished george w bush would "take it easy" before letting us go.
now i feel very, very cared for, and indeed showered with love, and i can't help feeling somewhat guilty, not to say unworthy. my little sister sent me a pirates of the caribbean medallion for my birthday, and it's the coolest thing ever, and my parents may be disorganised and scatter-brained but they really listen, so mom found some more of my favourite scent of moisturiser and she remembered that my skin is dry here and she dug up a pair of chenille gloves i'd forgot i had and sent them to me because she must have remembered how i was saying i didn't have any medium-weight gloves, when it often seems to me that they don't remember anything. and now i've cried just a little bit, i think i will make some tea.
1. in amusing news, my parents sent me a duplicate menorah, one exactly like the one i already have had here for an entire year. (this is because my mom bought spares of both mine and my sister's. apparently she forgot about that and forgot that i had mine already.) they also sent some lovely scented soaps, my favourite sweatshirt, my beloved harry potter pillowcase, a tshirt that actually belongs to my sister, some presents and a ton of red beans and rice mix (which might, indeed, be the best part of the whole deal).
there was NOTHING illegal in the packages.
let me repeat for your viewing pleasure!
there was nothing illegal in any of the three packages from my parents that had been seized at customs in the past month. there was nothing illegal listed in the contents and nothing that looked like it might be illegal to an x-ray.
we were helped by a friendly and sweet and amusingly potty little old customs man who couldn't figure out why anybody would have seized any of the three packages, and finally opened the one labelled "soap, tshirts, candlestick1" in confusion, but gave up on rifling it when it proved to contain soap, a shirt, a candlestick and a lot of bubble wrap. he wrapped the box up with twine to make a carrying handle, spoke a bit of swedish, and told me that he wished george w bush would "take it easy" before letting us go.
now i feel very, very cared for, and indeed showered with love, and i can't help feeling somewhat guilty, not to say unworthy. my little sister sent me a pirates of the caribbean medallion for my birthday, and it's the coolest thing ever, and my parents may be disorganised and scatter-brained but they really listen, so mom found some more of my favourite scent of moisturiser and she remembered that my skin is dry here and she dug up a pair of chenille gloves i'd forgot i had and sent them to me because she must have remembered how i was saying i didn't have any medium-weight gloves, when it often seems to me that they don't remember anything. and now i've cried just a little bit, i think i will make some tea.
1. in amusing news, my parents sent me a duplicate menorah, one exactly like the one i already have had here for an entire year. (this is because my mom bought spares of both mine and my sister's. apparently she forgot about that and forgot that i had mine already.) they also sent some lovely scented soaps, my favourite sweatshirt, my beloved harry potter pillowcase, a tshirt that actually belongs to my sister, some presents and a ton of red beans and rice mix (which might, indeed, be the best part of the whole deal).
