Post Office…Closed for lunch

My server was down for a day and a half, hence no blog entry yesterday.  But you didn’t miss much.  We procured a postal box here at the local office.  Almost everything in Medora follows a motif favorable with the west as it was at the previous century’s turn.  Like the bank next door, the office closes everyday for forty-five minutes at midday so the postmistress can go to lunch.  So the Mother’s day gift that was late getting here had to wait until after work as the place is closed when we drive into town for lunch. We’re starting to get use to some of the nuances out here.  Example, yesterday at work it was so warm that by 10:30 I had to take off my jackets and hoody as my t-shirt was soaked with sweat.  At two in the afternoon, the wind picked up, I began to shiver despite having on two coats and a blizzard began. A half hour later you couldn’t see fifty feet in front of you.  I’m still learning that I need to take my camera everywhere as you never know what change is in store or what mystery of life  awaits us around the bend.