i know it's simply too extravagant, but i've had my eye on this little-used mailbox in the neighboring street.

it would make a darling rustic retreat, in which to get a little space, some solitude...and, as always, regain a sense of proportion. not for the everyday commute, obviously; but as a little seasonal retreat? divine.

the residents simply do not seem to receive mail, which i suppose is possible in this marvelously computerized age; i, as you may glean, am completely in favor of not having to run all over this wide world to get things done. but, sometimes, it's good to get away from it all...your humble pro may be doing some summering this year, dear readers; be prepared for a hiatus!

at least it's not a beach house.

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