|We also have a spot on our camera lens, |
but that's not important right now.
It was a huge eyesore, a terrible blind spot. We just kept not noticing the rusty old green mailbox, which used to hang on the front porch railing, but which therefore made all the mail wet, was now instead leaning up against the house -- for years -- looking downright decrepit and embarrassing.
I mean, we take pride in our house and our front porch. It was a Blind Spot Extraordinaire.
One day we were home when our lovely letter carrier Lori delivered our mail and we said to her, "We just realized we have the Worst Mailbox in New London." She said, "Um, no you don't."
"Still," we replied, "we're going to do something about it."
One cannot just mount a City Classic on vinyl siding, though. No, first one first has to affix a mounting block to said siding, to then mount festive mail boxes.
Mounting block, check.
Wait, maybe Dad left me a 3/32 bit . . .
Next, one caulks those screw holes . . .
|The only thing I love more than caulking |
is the spout cutter on the caulk dispenser.
And while we've got the caulking gun out, how's about some caulking around the mounting block?
And . . . voilà.
Oh, wait! One more thing:
Now we're talking. And what, you ask, did the most important and relevant person in New London think about the home improvement?