Living on a county road instead of on a neighborhood street has been a real challenge when placing online orders. Instead of having a mailbox on a busy highway nearly 200 yards from our front door, we decided to receive our mail in a post office box in Ocklawaha.
But this is a problem when buying an item online since I never know how the package will be delivered. If it comes USPS, they need our post office box. However, UPS and FedEx only deliver to the physical address.
I’ve had packages returned to the sender because I’ve included a PO Box as a shipping address for an item delivered by UPS or FedEx or included our physical address only to find out the package was shipped by USPS…a frustrating mess when I have to track down a missing order.
However, by far the most disturbing deliveries are those delivered by UPS. Why would they think it’s a good idea to drop a package over the fence to sit out in the weather while also tempting anyone who sits at the stop light? What an easy target! Just quickly grab the boxes perched a few yards off the highway.
UPS could learn a thing or two from the FedEx. Open the gate. Drive down the driveway to the house. Deliver the package by the door nestled under the awning to protect it from the weather.
In the meantime, if anyone knows how I can have more control over how packages are delivered, please let me know. I’m getting tired of tracking down missing packages…and what good is two day delivery if the order has to be resent?
With traveling and bicycling and visiting lighthouses, it’s easy to forget to enjoy time at home. Last night we decided to get an early start so we can have some lake time before the “80% chance of rain and thunderstorms” arrived.
No sleeping in. No reading. No writing. No computers. Instead, we put on bathing suits and sunscreen and started the day with a boat ride followed by a swim, if that’s what you call hanging onto inflatable rafts and floating in the lake. John even turned salvager, digging up a board, a wooden post and a toy boat he played with as a child…quite surprised to find that plastic PT-109 boat after all these years.
Time for a little shade and lunch. Time to soak in every drop of life at the lake.
Now we’re just waiting for a little wind so we can go for a sail before the predicted rain and storms roll in.
In an interview with David Letterman about his retirement from The Late Show, he was asked what he’d be doing in the future. His response, “I think I can fill one hour each day.” This in response to what most people believe about his schedule. Since he’s only on air for an hour, obviously, that’s all he works each day.
Apparently people believe I have a lot in common with Letterman. Many expressed surprise not that I’m retiring, but that I was still working. It’s funny how different the response to my retirement has been to that of my husband. He’s had lots of people suggest that he work as a consultant or take a position at a private school or one with a non-profit organization.
Those who learn of my retirement suggest places to visit, new things to experience or hobbies to pursue. No one has mentioned anything remotely related to work. I can’t help but ask myself what that means. Am I just seen as one who wants to play? Or is my husband just seen as one addicted to work?
In any case, neither of us plan to do any “real” work. We will be volunteering on a regular basis and will work as “interns” with Emily’s event planning business.
Instead of work, we’ll be traveling. First to Omaha for the College World Series and then later this summer to British Columbia so I can use my passport. We’ll continue to travel throughout Florida since we have more springs to swim in, more lighthouses to climb and more beaches to visit. And the list of other places to go seems to grow everyday. We also have plans to walk, bike, kayak, sail, fish, read and watch more sunrises and sunsets from our porch.
We’re living at the lake where life is suppose to be slower, but we haven’t noticed that change yet. I don’t anticipate having any problem filling an extra hour a day.