Sometime Monday, folks got bored in the boonies and set out to play a little mailbox baseball. It was about time, truthfully. We've had this box for nearly two whole years, now. @@ Zorak won't let me rig the new one with paint capsules that coat the perpetrators in hot pink shame upon impact, though. James and I thought that would be kind of worth having to put up with replacing the box.
Meanwhile, we can't get our mail because our fruit loop of a mail lady keeps taking our mail on her route. She's not about to do anything ridiculous, like bring it to the door (she won't even do that when we have packages). The manager has told her to leave it because we'll be picking it up while we are hammering out the plan for the new box. They've had meetings about leaving it. Still, she takes it. No one can figure out why.
We broke a blade on the lawn mower. This isn't a big deal - you can only hammer those things straight so many times before they break - but the mower is parked in the un-mowed front yard at the moment. This comes into play here in a bit.
The boys' bunk bed broke on the trundle. Again. That trundle takes a lot more abuse than it was designed to take. We still love it, but we're getting adept at repairing it.
The drawer front on the bread box of the Hoosier came off. Just plumb came off! :blink:
Then the parts for the dryer came in this morning. WooHoo! It was the work of ten minutes to replace the broken bits and vacuum the insides thoroughly. We got the unit back into place, hooked it up, and started a load -- only to find the washer is leaking! There's no room to maneuver in the hallway, so we moved the whole thing out onto the front porch for troubleshooting. But then we had to head out. James needed to go into town to finish a project. I had made plans to meet friends with the rest of the crew. So the washer sat there...
With the mower.
And the mailbox post.
Amidst the tall, unkempt grass.
And that's when we remembered the rep from Window World was due out today! Ahhhhh. Naturally. Heh.
On the upside, we can do the wash on the porch, Buddy didn't get out again, and the inside of the house was picked up (gah, thankfully!)
Kind of anxious about what tomorrow's going to look like, though...
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
5 comments:
Now that is a glorious mental image. The only thing that would make it better would be a dead, rusting truck. :)
Amy Dacyzyn of Tightwad Gazette fame recommends this for victims of mailbox baseball: Take your smashed up mailbox and bang it out again so it's serviceable. Go to town and buy a bigger mailbox. Fit your old mailbox inside the new one and fill the space between with cement. Remount on fortified post and wait with satisfaction for broken baseball bats.
Anyway, you're lucky your bored teens are just smashing mailboxes. Ours are committing arson and grand theft auto. I'm all for year round school for these folks.
Oh, Emily *blush* We have one of those, too. It's not up on blocks yet, though. Are there any redemptive points for that? ;-)
Jennie, arson!?!? Oh, my gosh. Yes, I will be thankful. Wow. Stay safe, my friend!
This is the second summer that we've had our aluminum garage door dented. Apparently, neighborhood hooligans take a run along the driveway, then leap and shoulder into the door, damaging the upper three panels. This year, the damage isn't as bad and we can still open the door, so we're leaving it as is. Sigh.
Too bad about your mail lady.
I should have brought you that old toilet we got rid of. You could have planted flowers in it to round out the landscape. ;)
It sure looked nice sitting on my front porch.
I'll be blogging again soon. I have to set up a new blog and find some time.
Sheila fromthe Zoo
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