Got up and walked to the next room to wake the computer because machines need routine just like everything else on the planet. It’s usually to check emails I get from real estate agents telling me about properties I don’t want to buy or that guy promising to reveal the secrets of playing piano even though I don’t play piano anymore because I need to hold a freezer brick in my hand. I don’t have to hold the brick for a minute, but hold it for like twenty minutes to let the cold penetrate soft tissue, which I am told will reduce swelling. Luckily, I have a free hand that can work the track -pad to highlight the emails and hit the trash can avatar and see them gone forever.
But, not today. Today, I did something different. I woke the computer and went to the AusPost tracking site and entered the tracking number for a parcel. On Monday there was the message ‘Received by Australia Post’, and on Tuesday, the message changed to ‘In Transit’. By Wednesday, I was bubbling with anticipation but the message remained unchanged. The message didn’t change for the following days either, just said in transit and I took it to mean the parcel was still moving.
It is between states, en route, a celestial body, albeit a small passing across the face of the sun and possibly one day ending its transit by stopping at my doorstep. That is if In Transit is not code for something else like the codes NYC trash workers use for stuff they collect. Codes such as Disco Fish to mean filled with maggots, or Mongo which is stuff that is still usable, or the ubiquitous Urban Whitefish to refer to the used condoms they pickup. Of all the possible codes available for In Transit,one sticks out above the rest. The code word for ‘lost’.
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