My mailbox has never been exactly stable. It was based on a wooden stake pounded into the ground. I guess I should have known with our soils and our bugs, eventually that would fail.
While I didn't come HOME to this, it happened while I was pulling the mail out of the box.
So. I had a choice: practice piano and probably not get mail tomorrow (on the best of days, sometimes it's hard to get accurate mail delivery in this town) or go out to Lowe's, get a new one, and bail on piano practice.
Mail is important to me and I didn't want to risk missing a bill or something, so I went to Lowe's. Decided I was NOT going to do the "pound a post in the ground and wait for it to get eaten" thing so I bought a metal-post said that said you could set it with concrete.
But: I have never used concrete.
Lowe's has approximately 18 kinds of concrete/cement, most if it in 80 pound sacks, which is....well, that's not QUITE half my weight, but it's close enough.
I wound up having an ugly cry in the concrete aisle at Lowe's.
Eventually a sympathetic employee found me, told me there were 50 pound bags of Quickcrete outside, that was what I needed, he'd lift it into the back of my car and I could just sort of dump it into a pail to mix it. So I did that.
And yeah, I ugly-cried the whole way home. Why does this stuff keep happening to me? I am 100% out of "spoons" to deal with it, and yet I have to, because I don't even KNOW whom to call to hire to install a mailbox, and I'd probably have to wait at least a week, and....
I wound up using the whole thing of Quickcrete because I got a bit much water in it (he had suggested using half). On the upside? The hole I rage-dug trying to get the other piece of the wooden post out was a foot deep, 2" deeper than the requirement. And the metal post had prongs on the bottom so I could shove it in even deeper before pouring the concrete.
(I also didn't realize until too late that they wanted you to use gloves to protect yourself. Oh well. Probably I should have had a dust mask too.)
But I assembled the post (and put the bracket on) and shoved it in. The helpful guy told me "don't put the mailbox on until it's set up, it will be top heavy and might pull it over." I did that, though once I had shoved the prongs into the soil it was pretty darn stable.
So I poured the concrete in the hole (and it took all of it) and then decided to run to the Sonic for my grilled chicken sandwich and fries (and yes, darnit, I got a chocolate shake too).
After I ate....I went and looked at the post. Holy cow, the concrete had set and the thing was actually stable. (That indicates my level of trust in my ability to do such things). So I installed the mailbox, and even did it without dropping and losing any of the nuts or bolts:
Yeah, black might not have been my first choice but you can't get mailboxes in colors. At least not affordably and not from Lowe's. (I would have loved a green one that matches the trim on my house).
At least it will work now.
And I think I also deserve a special honorable mention because I did all this without getting ANY Quickcrete on myself (I was already in jeans and a t-shirt because it was a messier lab day)
4 comments:
Good for you! You can add this to the list of "things I didn't think I could do but I did anyway." And if you aren't keeping one, you should. You can look at it and feel accomplished.
(This isn't the universe having it in for you, remember; it's just normal run-of-the-mill crap that happens from time to time. You deal with it and soldier on.)
Can I say how flipping flapping IMPRESSED I am? bc you did that all yesterday. I will admit I wouldn't have gotten to it until the weekend. YOU ARE A STAR!
The Self Rescuing Princess rides to the rescue again!
And as Purlewe said, all after getting home from work on a weekday. Protocol up here, after the snowplow takes out your box, is to stick the remainder of the post with whatever is left of the mailbox in a trash can, fill it with enough junk to keep it upright, and set it back at the curb. A complete, professional installation like you did becomes a weekend task. [But not just THIS weekend, some weekend real soon now, I promise. :) ]
I admire you so much for being able to do stuff like this. I know I probably could if I had to but there are so many things that used to be considered man jobs that I still think of that way because I can but sometimes I feel like I should be more self-reliant.
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