Mailbox woes

Stella here.
Another week's gone by and it ain't snowed again... although we've had a couple good hard frosts.
Things in Moose Cove's slowed down plenty, now that th' leaf peepers've stopped driftin' in. We may not be on most maps cuz we're so small but I'm always amazed at th' number o' outta staters that manage t' wander offa Route One an' end up drivin' through town an' end up down here on th' Pier Rd.
'Course once they get here t' th' end where our house is, all they got left t' do's turn around an' head back t' th' highway. "Bloody lot o' nuisance," as my friend Elizabeth from England usta say.
I can't tell ya how many times Harvey's hadta put th' mailbox back up after some honkin' big SUV's busted off th' post an' driven off with nary a notice!
Harvey's said more'n once he's thought o' in-stallin' a fog horn an' puttin' flashin' lights atop th' mailbox.

One Christmas, our daughter Deb's husband made us a wicked cute mailbox that looked just like one o' th' old-time lobster traps. It lasted till Spring when somebody ripped it right off th' post an' drove off with it.
Why folks set s' much store by lobster traps is beyond me!
We had a neighbor once who had a skunk get caught in a old trap they had setting on their back porch. Had one heck of a time gettin' it out, too! I guess skunks ain't much smarter'n lobsters.

That's about all I got f'r now. I got a soup simmerin' on th' back burner. We're just gonna set back an' do nothin' this weekend.
Hope y're havin' a good day.
Love,
Stella