Our mailbox was flattened by an oak limb. The sound of cracking wood lasted all night while the freak October storm raged. It's a mess around here; roads are closed, power is out all over town, school was closed on Monday and Halloween postponed!
This October storm was more like a spring storm when trees are leafed out and can't take the weight of heavy, wet snow. The oaks really suffered, so many came down or lost major limbs. I am glad now that we took down the four leader oak by our front door. We could have roof damage on top of everything else.
I just couldn't believe that the mailman delivered the mail as if nothing had happened. As I drove up the hill after teaching a class today, I paused at the bottom of the driveway and there was the New Yorker, a film from Netflix and some catalogs all neatly secured with a rubber band wedged under the piece of metal that was once our mailbox. I wonder how long we can get away with not fixing it. Or more to the point, how soon must we get a new one?
The good news is that 1. we got our mail, 2. the power is back on and 3. Halloween has been rescheduled for Saturday night.
All is well.
2 comments:
Hi, Barb...glad you're fine. Thought it was a H'een prank at first or a drive by. But, lo, the hand of god at work. Message...?? Cursing junk mail....black is the wrong color? Maybe you need a cheery white mailbox....w/ Barbara O'Neil original graphics on it....Stamp designs?? Sounds like an opportunity....
What a normalizing coda to the storm... all is well and you'll still get to read your New Yorker... and bills.
I love it.
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