On Fence Building
Today is supposed to be day three of fence building. We're down to the last bit - three more 8 foot sections, which means 4 more holes to dig. I write "supposed" because it is raining right now - just a drizzle. Hoping it's not enough to stop us, since we're already overdue getting the equipment back and if it's not back by noon today there will be even more of a charge.
Woke up at 4am. Was dreaming that the neighbors came over, looked at the fence, and kicked it down. Not our real neighbors, but fictional dream neighbors three doors down the hill. We don't even live on a hill. We don't, as far as I know, have neighbors that will kick over our new fence either. And I really hope the new fence can't actually be kicked over by a few irrate teenagers and one pissed off soccer mom.
Sean is in bed, aching and sore. I'm up, but very sore - my knees have taken the worst of it, from carrying lumber and from the up and down of getting down on the ground to clear bushes and standing up to put it in the trash.
More later - hopefully, the fence will be DONE.
Woke up at 4am. Was dreaming that the neighbors came over, looked at the fence, and kicked it down. Not our real neighbors, but fictional dream neighbors three doors down the hill. We don't even live on a hill. We don't, as far as I know, have neighbors that will kick over our new fence either. And I really hope the new fence can't actually be kicked over by a few irrate teenagers and one pissed off soccer mom.
Sean is in bed, aching and sore. I'm up, but very sore - my knees have taken the worst of it, from carrying lumber and from the up and down of getting down on the ground to clear bushes and standing up to put it in the trash.
More later - hopefully, the fence will be DONE.
Posted by K.A.S. at 7:30 AM::
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1 Comments:
My goofy dream this week was... A lady on my shift showed up in light colored pants. She said she'd been tired the night before, and didn't bother finishing her laundry.
I told her, I could tell. She gave me a strange look. Well, how?
Cause, I say, there Superman was visible through her white pants. Seems she'd worn her 5-year-old boys super hero shorts.
She and I used to talk about goofy dreams at work. I wanted to tell her that one but unfortunately she stopped working with us next day.
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