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?
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???