Relative Something

When I got home yesterday, the heavy equipment crew was just preparing to pull away from our driveway. I had a chance to introduce myself and deduce how satisfied they were with their day’s work. They mentioned, several times, being frustrated with part of it, because some of the ground was too frozen, and they ended up leaving some bigger chunks of soil than they wanted.

I was prepared to find the area looking “chunky,” but it wasn’t bad at all. It showed me they are pretty fastidious about doing the best possible job. That’s a trait I am happy to see in my service providers!

However, while they were pulling away in their trucks, I reached to open our mailbox at the end of the driveway, only to find the handle was missing! There was no way to open it. I had to go back to my car and get something to wedge in the side of the door. Upon closer inspection, there is evidence that something made contact with the mailbox, and that must have popped the plastic rivets that held the handle. I searched far and wide, but found no evidence of the missing handle. Tracks in the snow reveal their equipment was the likely cause.

My evening project was then to fabricate a way for the mail deliverer to pull the door open. The quick fix was a piece of plastic line looped through the holes in the door and knotted. Problem solved. A small price to pay.

After that, I wandered over to the burning brush pile to enjoy the glow. The project is progressing nicely.