So Matt is out of town for work, I am home after a morning of swim lessons and lifeguarding and enjoying a quiet moment while reading the newspaper when I hear a "pop, pop, pop, POP" in the front yard. I think it could be some kids playing with firecrackers or something but it turns out that it was much bigger than that....
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The tree in our front yard decided to lighten its load and shade off a branch or two (but more like six) and then drop them right on our mailbox. Lovely.
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The carnage. Luckily Becky and Ryan had left on Sunday night or their van would have been a part of this mess. And luckily no one else had decided to park there that day either!
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I pulled the poor mailbox from the beneath the branches but knew it was too late to save it when I saw a portion of the base of the mailbox still attached to the post on which it stands. Oh well.
Now, three days later, the branches are chopped up (thanks to Mark and Jeremy) and hauled away (thanks to Kyle, Peter and Jose). And a new mailbox is on its way and will be here Monday.
A nice little adventure in homeownership for me.
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And as my grandma said, "The bad things always happened when Dale was out of town." Well I guess I know what she means now :)



