mail board


I don’t have a lot of time to write this blog this morning, so I’ll do my best to remember things exactly as they happened in the short time I have to write.

Actually, it shouldn’t take me long to remember anything.

It’s something that, until a couple of days ago, I lived with everyday I delivered the mail… for a long time.

I should be able to remember that.

It shouldn’t be hard.

I take my mail to the street for delivery in plastic trays that are about a foot wide and two feet long.

I set the tray I’m working out of on the front seat of the Jeep…and then pull it out of that tray and set it in a smaller tray that I hold in my lap as I drive around opening mailboxes.

I can’t describe it in a way that portrays how exciting it all really is.

My words fail me.

This long tray that sits on the seat next to me is plastic and slippery on the bottom like all smooth plastic is slippery.

One of my activities I do as I deliver the mail is catching this heavy trail of mail as it slides off the seat and on to the floor.

The mail is sorted and rubber banded…arranged in order of delivery.  It’s a very minor disaster if it all gets jumbled when it falls on the floor.  It’s a major irritation if that happens.

I’ve dealt with this for years.  I accepted it as part of the job.

The other day, I built a board with a lip on it to keep the tray from sliding off.

I used it yesterday for the first time, and I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.

After years of frantically grabbing a sliding tray, my mail was now stationary.

No grabbing or cursing…no grabbing and cursing anymore…just driving around with every hair and tray in place.

What a pleasure.

It wasn’t hard to build the board…it probably took about an hour…but it made a big difference in my mail delivering experience.

I don’t know why it takes so long for discomfort to motivate me to action.

When I think about it, I have a number of things that I could fix with just a little attention.

But, I’m sometimes kind of slow to get on it.

Maybe I’m better at dealing with discomfort than I am with fixing the problem.

Maybe I’m just lazy?

It’s a revelation when I move the log that I trip over.  I never do anything like that where I don’t have a response like, “Well…that was pretty easy after all…I should have moved that log years ago.”

I’m pleased that my mail doesn’t slide now.

It was easy to fix that problem.

Now I just need to work at fixing my “procrastination issue” and I should be good to go.

I’m going to add it to my list of “things to do” one of these days soon.



About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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