I Lurves You: Happy Valentine’s Day

… to those who share time with me here. I LURVES you!

Battered: update

This morning Chick ran into next-door neighbor (elderly fellow with a lovely wife battling cancer and a precious Sheltie of great regal calm). Ed is sort of an ‘unofficial mayor’ of the neighborhood and knows many things.

He advised that a couple of other mailboxes elsewhere in the big neighborhood had likewise been ‘crashed’ and battered Saturday evening. He had been mystified that ours had first seemed to be knocked off, then back on its post (he thought he’d dreamed it), then saw it once again laying on the ground after it fell off when the postman tried to stuff some bills or something in it on Monday.

Based on clues Ed was privy to, the theory is someone(s) in a golf cart had gone on this mini-battering spree. Probably got away with it. A zillion golf carts tool around the neighborhood all day/part of the evening long. What a dumbass prank.

Our property manager (manager of our rented home, not the PM for the neighborhood) did send John, ‘the guy who fixes things’ to check out our mailbox. He and Chick checked in with the neighborhood PM after it was apparent to John we’d been fairly well not fixable by small parts and knobs that PM had on hand. There are no extra mailboxes on hand, they have to be ordered in from Texas and take weeks to arrive.

Here’s a hint for if your mailbox ever gets knocked off its post: the mailman has  not much sense of  humor about it and will only for a short period IF AT ALL deliver mail to you if  you don’t have a working mailbox. No fun, these guys.

After a certain point, John told Chick he would take the mailbox and study it and even if he had to come up with a temporary (non-conforming!!!!!!) box while one was ordered, he would make things happen.

Instead the lovely man took the box away and welded and fixed and managed and created grace where grace had been lost, and by the time I got home from work, our mailbox is somehow once again hanging out like it’s supposed to — working!

Appreciation and amazement to John. Love and concern to Ed (and Nancy). A pox on the  house of mailbox prankstering batterers.