The Mail Box Saga, part 1
This is our spanking new mail box. Standing not more that 300 feet from our door. yeah.!!
It has taken us 2 years and 2 post masters to get the damned thing off Route 1 and on to our road.
At first we were content to wait, until spring to re post our mail box, after it took nose dive into the snow bank and down the hill behind it. Not that it was doing great to begin with. It kind of listed off to one side and the door had a tendency to hang open. It kind of looked like we had the village idiot of mail boxes.
Well spring rolls around and our then post mistress says she was going to work on getting all those (unsafe) mail boxes off Route 1 and on to the Englebrekt Rd proper. Maybe even one of those spiffy Rural route boxes the kind that has iron stands and 50 boxes in it.
In hearing this, it is decided that we shouldn't bother putting our sad and pathetic box back up. We were content to go to the post office to pick up mail. (only a short scary bike ride up the road)
We wait. fall comes round and we are told something should happen, soon. (maybe before it snows) Thanksgiving comes around we get snow. no mail boxes. The word is, no money for it this year. sigh. we go back to picking up our mail at the post office. (we get a special box.)
Then come January our postmistress is gone. No longer to be seen. After a couple of interim people they settle for one person. Yeah!
this new post mistress starts asking us when we are going to put our box back up. (I didn't scream, but sure felt like it) Poor lady, she had no clue what we had been through.
Well I guess she got the full story some where and then worked like the dickens to help our little road.
So 3 weeks ago we hear there is a petition (needed to start process) We go, OK and start to find where it is to sign and all that jazz.
2 weeks ago as we are on our way out of town I stop in the post office and low and behold.. We can put Mail Boxes on our road and all the more better the route carrier will come all the way up to our house. (we are at the end of the road) and the petition is there , so I sign it for good measure. Then we go about our business. Slowly putting together the parts we will need.
A new box yes. a new post a the last one is... well gone to a better home. And a place to put it.
Moving dirt in Maine is tricky business. All in total about 2 days of work in the middle of our week.
Last week. T stops by to pick up mail (hopefully for the last time) and the new Post Mistress is in a - dare i say it - a tizzy. We have to get our box up ASAP. no more delay. Her job is riding on this.
Well we do have all the parts. but getting them together, well that could take some doing.