Who'd of thunk it? During our working lives we lived for holidays, being able to get out of the old salt mine, kick back and relax. Doing something fun. The big score was three day holidays when you could really work hard at having fun for extra days.
Now that we're retired, every day is a holiday. No stress, no work, no more salt mines. This is a great way to live. Except when holidays roll around.
Now there's that old saying about best laid plans of men often go astray. Well, it's really true for us. Especially when it comes for our mail forwarding.
We get mail from our mail forwarder in South Dakota twice a month, they ship it out on the 15th and 30th of each month to whatever address we desire. We planned to have our mail shipped to the post office here in Livingston, Texas and timed our travel so we'd be here for the weekend and then pick up our mail on Monday as we head out to our next destination.
Except Monday is a holiday and the post office is closed. Presidents Day. So we're here for an extra day and we'll get the mail on Tuesday. Not that it's a big deal, but this is the second time in our first three months on the road we been hung up by a holiday waiting for our mail.
Now we're going through the calender and circling all the holidays, not to make plans, but to make sure they don't get in our way.
It's a tough life, being retired, but somebody has got to do it. And we're glad that "somebody" is us! ;c)
Thanks for visiting and feel free to leave a comment.