Good Lord I'm happy it's Monday! The weekends no longer provide rest and relaxation. Now that the Spring has sprung, yard work has returned to the agenda. Today I feel as if I were on Antiques Roadshow, not as a proud owner of some chatckey, but an item itself. I would be described as 'Mid-Century classic' but condition issues have rendered me worthless. Back, knees, shoulders and hips are all screaming for relief. I cut down the last part of a picket fence between me and my next door neighbor. The fence part came down easier than I expected. But the 4x4 posts were tough to remove. The last post had me thinking that if I could pull it up from the ground, I might be the King of all England. The post was like a sword caught in a stone. A few smacks with an 8 pound sledge hammer, some extras effort and lots of profanity proved to be the winning combination.
A win is a win is a win.We are dreading the prospect of having to replace the fence between us and our neighbor to the west. Between high winds and his dobermans, it is in really bad shape. A bit far for you to commute though.
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Are the dobermans, constant barkers? Few things are worse than having 24/7 barking dogs as neighbors. When I thought we had bought the perfect house, I then learned of the neighbor's two barking dogs, almost 24/7. He thought our complaints were silly. I have found few dog owners, to be sympathetic to neighbors. Good thing there was a community ordinance relating to dogs barking incessantly.
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