Every few months, as snow birds we either flee or fly north or flee or fly south. Every few months, we must change TV, phone, mail, subscriptions, newspapers, internet, etc., etc. Every few months we assume (mistakenly) that we have neatly taken care of everything and that everything will function smoothly. The phone will be working, the internet will function smoothly, the TV will come on, and we can sit in our recliner chairs and live the high life. We made two trips to the post office in St. George to fill out the forms and make sure that, for the first time in twelve years, we hoped, the mail would correctly be forwarded from Point A to Point B. We even received a printed form from the USPS detailing the correct mail adjustments and forwarding times and address.
Then we arrive in Salt Lake City. Go to the mailbox. No mail. Remove yellow stop mail card. Go to mailbox second day. Remove second stop mail card. No mail. By fourth day, we visit the loca l post office. Ignoring the instruction card and the official post office notices and directions, the local carrier had been very busy continuing to forward all of our mail to St. George. I hate to criticize the post office. These people work very hard. But after twelve years of making mistakes every six months in our mail delivery, they wouldn't have to work half as hard if they would read the forwarding notices and make the changes. Now the mail that was sent to St. George, forwarded to Salt Lake City, forwarded back to St. George, now being forwarded back once more to Salt Lake City, is starting to dribble in. Reminds me of the simple days when we had the same rural mail carrier in Penrose Wyoming for nearly three decades. He never missed a day or a letter, even though we knew the loveable local postmaster in Garland Wyoming carefully studied all of our postcards.