Mailbox Woes & Weekend Suburban Mundanities

We did have one slight problematic event occur at our home whilst we were away. Our mailbox bit the dust again. Taken out by a careless driver who ran the stop sign at the intersection facing our house.

This is not a unique occurrence. Wendy and I have lived in this house just over a year now. This is the second mailbox whose life was cut short. We were warned after buying this place we could expect it to happen every six months on average. We're right on schedule.

Do the miscreants ever stop to say "oops" or "sorry" or "I'll come back tomorrow and put a new one up for you" or "here's a check for the damage"? Well no, no they don't. They don't even stop. They hop the curb, leave a few skid marks, shatter a perfectly innocent mailbox post and keep right on going. Sometimes they leave behind bits and pieces of their automobiles though, mostly broken glass or paint scuffs. It is mildly rewarding to know they did not escape completely unscathed.

After a trip to Home Depot for necessary supplies (totalling $49.96), Wendy put the new mailbox in place. I helped a little.

When this one goes down, we're planning something new. The something new will be more sturdy than a mere cedar post set in dirt. It will be a cement-filled metal pole set in cement. I just need to figure out how to create an attractive exterior for it. I've got six months. Then when someone hits it, it will not be our mailbox that goes flying. Oh no no no. The mailbox will stand tall. Those careless folks, the ones who give not a thought for things such as stop signs or residential speed limits or other people's mailboxes, will leave more than broken glass and paint. Like maybe a fender. Along with some broken glass.

Then this was delivered.

So Wendy and I made this.

Which led to this, in grateful celebration
of seasonally appropriate weather.

Home is a good place to be.