Mail Slot

We cut a mail slot into our front door this weekend. Our postman always complains about having to open the door and sort the mail - he is a lazy git. This way he shoves the entire bundle into the slot and we sort it ourselves.

I'm ok with it 'cos it means he doesnt have to come in through the front door anymore. In Brooklyn, the system is there is a tiny key holder that is locked by his key and our house key is in that key holder. Everyone has a key holder next to their front door and it can only be opened by the postman. This way he only has to carry one key and can access everyone's door. Usually that means 2 entrance doors - so that he only has access to the mailboxes and the inner door is kept locked. We are quite blase about it so we dont have a lock on the inner door - he could come in but would still have to unlock our front door to the apartment. Of course he could steal our shoes. The other day he didn't lock up properly after he left which annoyed me. He's old and sloppy and grumpy.

We borrowed a jigsaw from a guy at work who lives in Bed-Stuy. I am quite pleased to have met this guy cos he is doing his house in Bed-Stuy up by himself and I like having a circle of friends who are doing the same as us. They have experiences to relate and it can be useful for things like tools and materials. This is the 2nd grip I have met who is doing something like this. He is really useful because he lives a mile away and has every woodworking tool available.

I have managed to convince Mike to patch up the ceiling from our wall removal. Previously he wanted to wait till we finished our renovation as we dont know what walls are staying but I argued that the ceiling needs to be fixed regardless of what happens to the walls. I hate having a big hole like that. So that's our next project.