Many folks wonder how we get our mail. I have mentioned it before, and I will again now. Since becoming Florida residents, we have maintained a mail box at a mail service. When we are in the area it works just like the USPS. We have a box and a key.
But on the road, of course it is a different situation. Sherry will call the service and they will send what mail we have to a post office near by. At present, we are in Belmont. Shirl allows us to have mail sent there if needed, or we can have it sent to Mark’s house, his mail box is nearest. Once we call the mail get ‘s to us in 2-3 days.
On the road, Sherry will have the mail sent General Delivery to a nearby Post office. There are problems with that, since every Post Office does not accept General Delivery mail.
We prefer the small town Post offices. Once in Alaska the Post Office was in a ladies living room. It is also another chance to meet folks you would never have the chance of seeing otherwise.
Another thing we must be careful of, is stopping to eat. Yeah, we have gotten lazy, with our kitchen with us we still enjoy eating out during travel time. You cannot pull 60 feet of combined vehicle length in just anywhere. So my navigator has a book called ‘Next Exit’ it lists all Interstate exits and the services at each. It has a handy feature, if the place has parking or area for trucks and motor homes, it is printed in red.
We are usually limited to Truck stops and Cracker Barrel restaurants.
I have become addicted to Cappuccino, the kind from a machine at truck stops. While I am filling up (and finding someone to borrow money from to pay for the diesel, lol) Sherry will get me a cappuccino and her a cup of coffee. She is worried about her weight.LOL Of course if I don’t find someone to pay for the diesel I put it on the ‘card’ and hope they lose the receipt (HA, fat chance!)
We will be here a few more weeks, before we hit the road again. I am getting anxious.
Thanks for coming by the log.
Everyone must be somewhere, I guess this is as good a place as any!
This is Mark’s 68 Chevy. It was our family car, We bought it used, the only car I ever got car fever over. We paid cash for it, it was blue. There was a little history to it. When we went to Cuba we gave it to my dad & mom. While in Cuba dad died. When we came home, since mom did not drive she gave it back. When Mark reached 16, I painted it black and put the flames on it for Mark’s first car.