In December, we ate up what was in the fridge and freezer to
the best of our ability and pulled all the furniture from the porch into the
house.
We were Florida-bound.
We also filled
out the form at the Post Office to have the mail re-routed South and gave a key
for the house to a neighbor. (Good thing, since once we got here, My Guy looked
in his shaving kit and realized that he’d left all his medications in
Massachusetts.)
We also gave
our friend a key to our mailbox – and it was a good thing we did that, too. After
searching here for a particular piece of mail and haunting our Florida mailbox, we
called our good and patient friend up north yet again.
Could he
just take a walk over and check our mailbox?
Here’s what
he found
A call to our
town’s Post Office produced the information that they’re having trouble getting
a permanent person on our route. So temporary people don’t have to bother
their heads with details like forwarding mail???
