Today is Columbus Day - one of those postal holidays that I never see coming.
Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday and Presidents' Day usually catch me unawares as well. Well, not so much MLK Day because there is always plenty of MLK retrospective stuff on TV to tip me off.
I usually discover these days are upon me when I notice the mail delivery is late, very very late, not there.
And, of course, I am unprepared for the U.S. Postal Service and the banks to take the day off, having made plans that involve one or both of these institutions.
New Year's Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, even Veterans Day, are no-brainers, just like Thanksgiving and Christmas.
But not being Italian, I've never made a big deal about Columbus Day and it always sneaks under my scheduling radar.
So now I sit here waiting for the Pod People. Well, actually they're not pods. The guys at Smart Move call them vaults, and they're supposed to be here by noon.
I've made arrangements to borrow my father-in-law's pickup truck this afternoon to buy a big honkin' heavy duty hand truck and to rent a gasoline-powered pressure washer, neither of which will fit into my Honda del Sol.
I've packed all of our CDs and need to get more boxes for the way-too-huge library we have filling a half-dozen bookcases in the attic.
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