This morning, I walked across the village to the ‘post office’, which is a lean-to attached to someone’s house. You walk into the lean-to and there are some PO boxes, clutter, and a door with a bell. The sign outside said the counter hours were about 8:30 to 1:15, so being within those hours, I rang the bell.
A gentleman quickly answered, opening the top of the door, and apologized, saying the post master had stepped out. I wanted to get a PO box, mail two letters, and advise the post master that I had an Amazon package sent general delivery. He handed me a notepad on which to write my name and ‘address’ (legal land description plus descriptive description). I added a note about the incoming package and handed back the notepad and my two letters. My business was essentially done. I’ll try back Monday and see if there is a box ready for me.
It was a lovely stroll even though the sky was spitting. We’re in a grey stretch and power is becoming a concern. But once May is done, it’ll be endless sunshine into the fall, so I just need to hang in there.
Good luck!
Ah, the small Midwest town. Can you hum “Green Acres”?
Bast, I’ll let you know the addy ASAP!
Croft, LOL. I actually feel more like in a stereotypical 19th century community in rural Quebec!
FYI, Monday is a holiday….. Glad you are liking your digs. π
Yes, I have been advised of that. π I’m settling in nicely! And I’m still not getting your emails! π