This morning as I was waiting on my breakfast to cook, I looked out the window, onto our street. There, I saw the most horrific sight. (Ok, so not really horrific, I was simply trying my hand at exuberant prose.) Our mailbox has been toppled over. The post is still standing, but the box is on the ground. It was pretty old and rickity, so I’m not thinking vandalism, but it means I have to fix it somehow before the mail runs today. Which can be anytime between 10:30 and 2:30, depending how the post-lady is feeling. I’ll probably use zip ties or something else quick, temporary, and unsightly, but it can’t stay like that. That would be, well, unsightly. SO I better start designing a new post. Maybe I can make one that better fits how we (I) want our home to look.
I’ll keep you posted.