Like a Good Neighbor

Does this happen in your neighborhood?


Whenever it snows, we have four or five men who vie for the opportunity to exercise their masculinity by firing up their four wheelers, strapping on the ginormous shovel to the front, then riding them around the neighborhood shoveling all of the walks and driveways.  I seriously think they spy on one another and then try to out do the other.  For example, if, after (often during)the snow falls, the first one to don his parka and hood receives the honor of being the alpha shoveler, whilst the "losers" make a mental note of the time (5:30 am) to get up at 5:15 am to be first next time!


I love it.  I appreciate it.  Even when the motors wake me up so early.  It is an unbelievable act of brotherly kindness and service.


Well, this past winter season was no different.  Only, when the snow melted a bit, we saw that our mailbox was in shambles.  (I wish I'd taken a picture of it!)  Whichever blessed neighbor had shoveled last had connected in a very big way with our mailbox.  The hit had to have been so hard that I wouldn't be surprised to see a wrecked four wheeler out there.  Our mailbox usually looks like this:

(I realize you have to squint to see it but it really is the only picture of the mailbox...

plus, you get to see those adorable twins again!!!)

After getting hit, the slats were strewn everywhere, the soil had spilled out onto the sidewalk, the poor post was leaning significantly and the whole thing looked like a pile of trash.  And, wouldn't you know, before we could clean it up...MORE SNOW!  Sooooo.....by the time it was revealed again after a slight melt, the soil was hard and difficult to move.  Terry went on a hunt to find some rope.  All we could find were yards and yards of bright blue cable wire!!  Yes, he used it.  So, what already looked "trashy" became even more mock-worthy trashy.  It served the purpose though.  What a mess.  And to think that our poor mailcarrier who had to look at it every single day!


So, I came home from school yesterday to find this:

(Yes, those are transplanted strawberry and decorative plants! 

He thought of everything!)

It made me giggle.  Then it made me laugh right out loud.  My boyfriend is the COOLEST.  He is very, shall we say, "creative" in his home repairs. We are leaving it like this until our macho neighbor comes to drill a proper hole to rebuild us a descent mailbox.


(Which he actually offered to do!)




(I cannot believe I actually made a full on post about my mailbox!  It's the little things that count, right?)