Five Reasons you know you're ready for Spring

1.  You just bought a whole bunch of  bird feeders. What? The high today is just 35 degrees Fahrenheit!

2.  You're amazed that there's green stuff on your front lawn. Oh?  That's grass! Haven't seen it in months.

3.   You tried on seven bathing suits at TJMaxx. You really did. Might as well get into the swing/swim of things.

4.    You tossed out your winter boots. Into the trash they went with all the flourish of a magician signing his signature.

5.    You can't wait to wash your car. Yes, no more taking it to the car wash. Gosh, isn't it great that soon you'll be able to wash your car in the driveway? Ah, life is good!

Found the Mail!

Well, guess where the mail was?

It was in a separate section of the place where you mail items.

Who knew?

Apparently the mailman should have placed a key in our mail box to let us know, and to allow us to open the box where our mail was.

However, I had requested that we just pick up the mail ourselves at the post office. Talk about confusing the situation!

We've been here in this confusing place for around 8 months, now.

Just keep repeating that we accomplished our  goal which was to get away from the big back yard. We really did accomplish that. 

Where's the Mail?

Just got back a week ago from a month long trip.

Started off in Hilton Head Island where the weather was so-so. We did, however, have a few nice, warm and sunny days. Managed good bike rides along the beach and throughout the trails.

Sea Pines is a particularly picturesque part of the island with miles of bike trails.

Also spent a few nights in Florida before taking the cruise that left from Port Canaveral.

After the cruise we went back to Hilton Head.

Not a bad trip at all!

Now, here's the thing. I stopped our mail. It was to be held at the Post Office until our return. Well, nobody knew where our mail was!  They simply couldn't find it.  Hmmm.

Where is our mail?!  Actually, it's basically always just a bunch of junk. So much paper wasted. So much waste that people simply toss in the garbage. It's the principle of the thing, that's what I think. The mail has to be found.