Moments ago, a guy knocked on my door and the following conversation ensued:

Me: Yes?
Man: Who owns this lot?
Me: I do.
Man: Is that so? The guy who sold me the place next door told me my land extends right to those trees, so it includes this lot.
Me: That is incorrect. I have a deed duly registered with the government of Saskatchewan.
Man: Is that so? Who sold it to you?
Me: Caroline and Charles. Caroline told me this week that there were some assumptions about the ownership of this lot, but it clearly belonged to no one. They bought it, and several other vacant lots, from the RM and sold it to me.
Man: Is that so? I’m going to talk to Charles about this.

Now, I know I am the rightful owner of this land and that Caroline and Charles will set this guy straight, but that was rather unnerving!

This morning, I walked across the village to the ‘post office’, which is a lean-to attached to someone’s house. You walk into the lean-to and there are some PO boxes, clutter, and a door with a bell. The sign outside said the counter hours were about 8:30 to 1:15, so being within those hours, I rang the bell.

A gentleman quickly answered, opening the top of the door, and apologized, saying the post master had stepped out. I wanted to get a PO box, mail two letters, and advise the post master that I had an Amazon package sent general delivery. He handed me a notepad on which to write my name and ‘address’ (legal land description plus descriptive description). I added a note about the incoming package and handed back the notepad and my two letters. My business was essentially done. I’ll try back Monday and see if there is a box ready for me.

It was a lovely stroll even though the sky was spitting. We’re in a grey stretch and power is becoming a concern. But once May is done, it’ll be endless sunshine into the fall, so I just need to hang in there.