We’d been talking ( translated that means I’d been talking and David had been trying not to listen) about moving our mailbox for ages and today we (that means David!) finally did it ; )
One of the surprises about our move down to the water has been the amount of wind we get here. Let me tell you, when it picks up in the winter it is a veritable wind tunnel at street level. That makes getting any mail out of the box VERY difficult from a wheelchair. For a start the mailbox was a little bit downhill so I’d roll down to it, turn sideways to open the box and whoosh, I’d be sailing down the street sideways before I could reach underneath my seat to put the wheel locks on. If I managed that, getting envelopes out of the box and onto my lap was pretty much an exercise in futility because you need both hands to wheel a wheelchair which leaves you nothing to hold the mail with so I’d be trying to sit on it before it all blew away. Luckily we don’t get much mail in this electronic age which is good because it was usually a few days between successful pickups ; )
Eventually we talked to the mailman to see if it would be an issue if we just moved it up to the same level as my wheelchair door and off the street and he just laughed and said we could do whatever worked so now it’s right outside the door and on the level so feel free to mail me anything – I should actually get it!
Here’s the process – digging the new hole, sawing off the old post, leveling the box, pulling the remains of the old post out and getting the house number on there. David did all the work and I took the pictures, what a deal ; )