Once upon a time, not so long ago, it was a normal Saturday evening. The kids were in bed (notice I did not say asleep), and hubby and I had settled down to watch a movie. We were having difficulty deciding which one, when we heard a noise outside. It sounded like thunder. Now, let me preface this by saying A) It was supposed to rain that night, and B) we live about 3 houses down from a decently busy street/intersection. There is an accident there, probably about once a month, and we can usually hear it pretty well. But, we are used to it enough, that on this particular occasion, we didn't even look outside. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. (This was about 9:30 at night, so I am glad hubby was home) Low and behold, there was a policeman at our door. He said "Did you know that someone just ran over your mailbox?"
Boy, did we feel stupid. Right in our own front yard, and we didn't even look outside. Needless to say, the rest of the evening was interesting. If you recall, this is approximately what the house looked like before. Notice the brick mailbox. It has planters on either side, that have some of my favorite purple plants in them.
When we went outside on Saturday night, this is what was left. Notice my poor purple plants. Ironically, the ones on the right are original to the house. The ones on the left I had just planted 3 days ago, because the previous ones had died. It looks like they are still pretty much intact.
There were bricks and debris all over the place.
And there is my poor mailbox. Right beside the car.
You can see just how far she travelled. There are bricks all the way down the ditch, and the car stopped at the fence line, right between our property and the neighbors.
The next day, after the car had been pulled away. We went out to try to clean up a bit, and there are little pieces everywhere. It is going to be interesting when I mow the lawn for the first time :p
The driver wasn't on anything, she had swerved to miss a cat. The cat survived, but the mailbox wasn't so lucky.
Ironically, it provided me the opportunity to meet several of my neighbors, who came to see what the noise and the flashing blue lights were. And, it provided me the opportunity to see just how observant my children (who were supposedly in bed) are, as they later told me several details they shouldn't have known.... Sigh.
In memory of my poor, brick mailbox.
