Busy, busy....

Boy am I behind, or what?

Let's see. Wednesday we found out that the USPS is forwarding only the mail it feels like forwarding. Called the H'ville PO and found that everything was being sent to St. Louis, just like it was supposed to--so the fact that we haven't gotten several pieces of mail we were expecting? Gonna cure that. I told her to quit forwarding anything and my 'new' mailman' is going to send me a packet once a week! :)

Then there was Thursday. Trip to Rapid Day. This time, the wheels of choice was the old pickup, so we could haul more junk home from Charlotte's, like fence posts. So up the street we went, to get gas and head West. Kah-thump, kah-thump, kah-thump.... First thing on Keith's list was to get the tire with the bump on it changed--when we got to Rapid. The day before, I had suggested that it might be wise to get it dealt with BEFORE we left??? "Oh, no!", he says. "It got Jim & me there and back last year!" Kah-thump, kah thump... Up onto I-90 and 10 miles down the road--KAH-BAM, KAH-BAM, KAH BAM! I didn't say a WORD.















Friday was plumbing day--where he crawled under the house and I sat at his beck and call while he built drains under the bathroom. And then dragged him out of the hole, one-handed....


Saturday, I was the dumb flunkie again...while he glued up the shower walls, hanged wallpaper (which I had not bought enough of--my daughter is the math whiz, not me!), installed the toilet... Fun stuff, like that. I also knocked down, carried out, stacked chimney bricks. We're going to have to go back to IL just to rest!

So, Tuesday we'll be off to the City again--for more wallpaper and another load of fence posts and a giant flower pot from Charlotte's never-ending collection of stuff she doesn't want to fool with trying to sell. I have a running tab on the stuff she does want to sell that I get first dibs on. So far, there's a flat screen tv (which doesn't work in Kadoka, of course!), a couple of dressers, a cool table, and more. That will be Thursday's trip! :D

So, now you're up to date--except for my on-going battle with the B who runs the Post Office. She got her $28 for a PO box this time. I don't know what she told them when they called to check on my complaint, but I do know what she told ME. "You don't live there. You came in a camper and you could leave again in the middle of the night!" Gosh, if everyone in this little town were as friendly to new folks as she is, it would have dried up a long time ago! Nothing like being called homeless trash in the middle of the local post office! So, Tuesday, I'm calling the H'ville Postmaster to find out how the USPS hierarchy works, cause their Customer Service division didn't work for me. Last year we were residents and this year we're homeless-in-Kadoka? I drove around town and saw several campers and RVs sitting in people's yards--are they all homeless like us? The story will continue.... :)