Have any of ya’ll moved recently?
It’s hell. One thing we didn’t realize before the move was that in your last house, you spend years getting more and more organized.
And then you have to start all over.
For Mom and Dad (who had lived for decades in that old house), it nearly upended them (maritally speaking). For two old quacks used to knowing exactly where such and such is, they about died of heart failure.
So, Dad’s first task was to build something that could hold the mail, wallets, and keys.
“How soon you want it?” Dad asked mom.
“Alright,” he said. “It ain’t gonna be pretty, but I’ll be back in an hour.”
He came back six hours later. Continue reading “Wood mail organizer”