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When we agreed to let my sister’s family move into the downstairs apartment, we really did not realize exactly how much plain old junk was going to come with them. We really did think and hope that a lot of their things would have been sorted through and sold, given away, or trashed. After all, when we moved here we spent a lot of time doing just that. That is the reason why we had enough room to create a small apartment downstairs.

Having made that apartment, our own storage space is now extremely limited, and I have to admit that I get frustrated when I go downstairs to get something out of storage that when I have to move a ton of someone else’s stuff out of the way to get to my stuff it can get annoying. None of us are in show business anymore, why am I tripping over an old microphone stand that has been bent up and is missing the base from it? I fear that my sister is a hoarder, and it is going to be a struggle to keep her hoard out of my space! At least all of her stuff is down in the basement on cement floors so I won’t have to worry about the floors rotting and giving way under all of her junk!

With the shop almost completed, my hubby and I have started to go to local networking meetings to let the local businessmen know that in a few weeks we’ll be open for business. He’d like to focus on working on turning classic cars into hot rods on the days that he feels good. Our neighbor George has already asked us if he can come and use the lift when he needs to perform a few rv repairs before his next camping trip. Sounds to me as if we are going to make a small fortune just renting out some lift time.

When I lived in New England, the town I lived in was a very rural area. Every house in town sported Classic Mailboxes mounted on a post in front of their houses. The mail was delivered by people who drove their own vehicles. The mail delivery person did not walk from house to house, the mail delivery person drove from house to house. Most of the mailboxes were old, rusty, and beat up from being hit by snow plows during the course of the long cold snowy winters.

So it was with significant interest when we moved down here, to a different rural area that did not have those same issues with snow plows to see a variety of styles and colors of Gaines Mailboxes and Keystone Mailboxes scattered randomly along the rural roadsides. I suspect that more people in New England would own nicer mailboxes like these if they weren’t always thinking about the snowplow wiping out their investment!

Today I had the opportunity to go to a meeting in a town that I have not been to since 1971. The last time I was there I was going to visit a cousin that lived there. At the time, it was all farm land – just trees and wide open fields. Well, I found it very interesting that everywhere I looked was highly developed city landscape; high rise buildings, shopping malls, town house condominiums.

I wonder if that is what is going to happen to the town I live in now; in forty years will it be a city, too? There are more cows than people here, and not a single retail store or gas station or traffic light. How quickly will progress march into this farm town?

One of the things that I find frustrating is trying to see the address numbers on mailboxes when I’m going somewhere for the first time. For example, when I was trying to go to the veterinarian’s office the other day I was driving slowly down the road looking for the numbers on the buildings. I noticed that a lot of the businesses had some really nice address plaques on their buildings, but I was frustrated because the address that I was given did not match up to the numbers on the buildings on the road. So it seemed to me as if the post office had renumbered the buildings on the street but that no one on the street had bothered to change their lawn plaques to reflect the changes that were made. I finally found the office just by seeing the name of the company on a big sign out by the road.

It wasn’t until I was actually walking up to the door when I saw a couple of house numbers mounted on whitehall mailboxes near the door that had the business name, the doctors names and the street address on it. There was no way that any of that could have been read from the road. That is one of my biggest complaints about businesses – sometimes when you are looking for a particular address you just can’t find the building numbers and that gets incredibly frustrating.