Mail Call

Yesterday, Lisa and I had cause to go over to Big R in Fallon (which is bigger and has a better selection of things than the one in Fernley). On our way out, I stopped at the post office to officially add Kayla's name to the list of names that receives mail at the PO Box. As I expected, there was no problem, although I had a brief moment of panic when they asked for my ID to prove I was the person who owned the box. I thought I might have left in the van, or worse, forgot to bring it with me at all; however, after a bit of fumbling in my tote bag, the wallet resurfaced. (I think I need to get a different color of wallet; a black walled disappears inside a black bag.)

Kayla can now order stuff shipped here without having to put "c/o Kevin Standlee" in the address, which doesn't always work anyway because some vendors, even if they have a 2-line address field, don't include both lines on the shipping label.

After refueling the Astro, we made the trip to Fallon. We did not find the primary thing for which we were looking, but did end up buying a whole bunch of other things, such as some new long work gloves (welding gauntlets, actually) to use for moving firewood. They've stopped carrying the long-wearing socks that I wear, though.