We’ve had the worst luck with mailboxes in the last few years. As far as I’m concerned, they are simply a nuisance. As evidenced by the fact that I’ve had one JUMP RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME when I was riding my mother-in-law’s bike a number of years ago.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S BIKE. I’ll let that sink in. You’d think that once you learn how to ride a bike as a kid, you’ll never forget.
That would be an incorrect assumption.
A couple of years ago, my SIL plowed down our mailbox. In broad daylight. And I was all okay with that because I was in the market for a non-black plastic mailbox. It had been the one that came with the house, and we were the last house on the street to replace it.
(Mailbox #1, R.I.P.)
And so I then got my shiny white metal mailbox, but still had to settle for the fact that it sat atop the old ugly mailbox post. I vowed to paint it. In my spare time.
My spare time never came.
Last week we got a timid knock on the door. A sweet little old lady in a bright red Christmas sweater stood on our stoop to tell us that she mowed down our mailbox while out looking at Christmas lights. Understandable since we were the only dark house on the street.
We neglected to decorate the exterior of the house, what with the Great Stomach Virus of ‘09 and other general hell we experienced throughout the month of December.
The sweet little lady apologized profusely and offered to send someone over the next day to install a new mailbox.
My heart skipped a beat. OH BOY! A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. I’m going to get a NEW mailbox!!!!
And then I heard Fiddledaddy tell her thank you, but it isn’t a big deal and she shouldn’t worry about it. He wished her a Merry Christmas and sent her on her way.
Of course that was the Christian thing to do. I sighed, as I kicked my toe into the baseboard.
And so for the last week the mailbox has been hanging precariously onto its last rusted screw. Tilting sideways, not even the neighborhood dogs would come near it.
We made the trek to Lowes and purchased another shiny white metal mailbox. I lingered a while longer in the mailbox aisle, dreaming of a shiny new white mailbox post to go with it. Or a Manatee Mailbox, anything. Alas Fiddledaddy determined that he would simply fix the sad old decrepit post.
This afternoon he got out his trusty tools and got busy. He worked up quite a sweat trying to piece the old girl back together. I was especially helpful while I stood nearby taking pictures and generally discussing the merits of a shiny white NEW mailbox post. While giving him helpful tips about using super glue and bright blue electrical tape.
(The glue dripping down is a nice touch.)
(Wouldn’t you like to be our neighbor?)
He has now determined that what he needs is some sort of bracket to keep all the pieces together. Yes. THAT WILL LOOK AWESOME! As I peered out the window tonight, I saw the old mailbox post leaning into the wind, with the old scarred and dented mailbox laying beside it on the lawn.
I’m waiting for the letter from our intrepid Homeowners Association. I just don’t know where they’re going to put it.
I’m going to go out tomorrow and staple an old shoe box onto the post so that our mail can actually be delivered. And I’m considering letting Cailey get out on her bike and cruise the sidewalk.
Since she still hasn’t mastered turning or stopping, I just may get my new mailbox post yet.
(insert maniacal laughter)
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!