Power Of Attorney Form Post Office: Fill & Download for Free

Unless the mail is endorsed as “addressee only”, any adult at the delivery address can sign for it.If you have a power of attorney, it won't do your husband any good in signing for a letter for you. At the least, you need to give him your power of attorney, so that he can sign for you.Call the post office and see what arrangements will be sufficient.

I learned in 2020 that most people are inherently good.So many people have helped me this year, some without asking, when I have been incapacitated with leg injuries from falling in my house and garden.My housekeeper came to put up my Christmas tree for me. She went in the shed, got out the box of Christmas tree parts, assembled the whole thing, added baubles and lights. Voila! Perfect.Two young Mormon girls who called in to see me assembled some new cat furniture I had just bought for my tree-climbing cat. I had tried to do it, but wasn’t strong enough. One held the parts in place while the other one screwed them all together. My little cat, who has since passed on, was eternally grateful and spent all her days looking out the window.The man who painted my bathroom put up some shelves for me.Many people over the last few months have shopped for me, cooked for me, cleaned for me, gone to the post office for me and sat with me for company.The man who fixed my roof after the hail storm, came and checked my window screen when it fell out. He put it back for me.My odd job man who I usually pay for most things, came and changed my fridge filter, twice, and didn’t charge me at all. He also installed my VCR for me and even came back with sticky labels and wrote out ON OFF REWIND STOP PAUSE etc. on them.Two other people took me for medical procedures and waited for me in the waiting room until I was ready to go home.One woman I had only just met cooked Thanksgiving dinner and brought a plate round for me.My therapist helped me with my will and my Power of Attorney.And last but not least, when I finally managed to painfully hobble on my walker to the doctor’s office, my doctor offered to take me home!

Fortunately, I did not have mortgage payments when I self-surrendered to prison. But I did want to keep my rent stabilized apartment. And that situation turned out to be pretty messy.First off, I didn’t have enough time between the day I was sentenced and the day I was to surrender to legally sublet my apartment. And although I had a perfect subletter (a woman one year away from getting a PHD in Piano Performance from NYU), my landlord wouldn’t OK the deal. I pay the lowest rent in my building so of course, he wanted me out.Considering what I was paying my lawyers, a year’s rent wasn’t all that expensive. It wasn’t going to break my bank account. And I knew the landlord would have the super on the lookout. So you guessed the rest. The apartment lay fallow for 11 months. Still, a couple of problems popped up…problems I thought I had covered.Anticipating all eventualities (or so I thought), I wrote out 11 rent checks and instructed my cousin to send each certified with a return receipt. But guess what. Not only did the landlord sell the building (the checks were written out to the old landlord)…but the TD bank inexplicably closed my account.And to add insult to injury, the notices to that effect - and the check for what was left in the account (thousands) - got caught up in a pile of my supposedly forwarded mail at the US Post Office and didn’t arrive at my cousin’s address until 4 months later. I kid you not.By the time we had figured all this out, I was months in arrears and looking at eviction. It was a mess which was eventually rectified by not one…not two…but three visits by my other cousin (who’s a lawyer) to the prison to effect a power of attorney agreement I already had - but was unacceptable to the new landlord who (drum roll) was also looking for any legal grounds to run me off. It was a cluster fuck to be sure!Because I had the rent money…and responsible relatives in the area, I saved my apartment. But it wasn’t easy, let me tell you.And here’s another related subject I should address: Medicare! While in prison, inmates receive medical attention with a $2 deductible. How professional that medical care would be up for debate. But at least, it did exist.Under different circumstances - and considering I really couldn’t access the medical care I required - paying my medicare bill didn’t make a lot of sense. That is…until I read the fine print. Whether you can actually access your medical insurance is besides the point. Drop out of Medicare for a year, and the rule is you’ll pay a 10% surcharge on the premium for the rest of your life! And soooo…I paid that one, too figuring I’m gonna live another ten years.The bottom line here is the following: I spent two months putting my life in order before surrendering. And even having exercised my due diligence, and having a bank account and responsible relatives, I barely squeaked by. I can’t imagine ignoring the realities, not having money, and depending on irresponsible relatives being a trifecta for success.The system is not set up for an inmate to maintain his life while incarcerated. I was a combination of circumspect and lucky. And that’s why I’m writing this on the same computer - and from the same apartment - as I would have been a year ago.