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At Miscon 2013, around Memorial Day, Missoula MT, At SoonerCon, in OKC, around June 15, also Spokon in Spokane, in July/August, Beyond that, we aren't sure.
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The panels are up. Jane has pix—or at least early ones! There’s only one glitch…

Home Depot screwed up the order and shorted us a panel and a post-cap. We know darned well what was ordered, and we back our fence guy on that one.

On the other hand, it’s gorgeous. Everything we hoped for in looks.

And a happy Easter to all…

We’re kind of stuck here waiting for fence to happen [Monday]…and we’re still on the Forever Diet, [but 40 lbs lighter than last year!] but—
Who knows? We might get something special for dinner. Or something. I’ll have to see the cook [me] feels.

It looks nice out, but the house was 64 this morning, and Jane and I both swear we can’t get warm.

In the news, another 7.5 quake in the south Pacific: thus far Chile, Acapulco, Mexico; and now Papua New Guinea. I’m thinking we’ve got a big tectonic plate doing a little tension adjustment. California folk, please take care.

And the Dragon has flown: the SpaceX program has launched for the space station.

I need to go to the store and get some fish food.

And maybe I’ll pick up an Easter treat.

The weeping cherry is blooming. The regular one out front is breaking buds; the dogwood is trying; the star magnolia has bloomed, and the redbud and the magnolia are in the early stages. The peonies are really breaking forth, even the ones we had to pot pending the fence being settled.

We also need to measure our extant trench and go get some pipe to make our new rear of yard faucet hookup. We decided we’re tired of lugging hose past fragile plants, so we’re going to have an underground extension, connected to the back faucet by hose, then 30 feet of pipe, then a faucet where we can attach another hose. WE might use irrigation hose for the interim, but it’s pretty stubbornly coiled and might fight us trying to lay it down in such a long trench. We’ll see re relative price.

At any rate, spring is springing and things are blooming, and while the bunny leaves no eggs in our lawn [we have no lawn!] we still celebrate the annual appearance of flowers and new life!

Alas, no fence today.

Jane was up at 6, preparing, taking down tarp, raking, prepping. I helped at 7. By nine we were waiting…

But we got a call from the fence guys: they’re in high wind, and wind is coming. This means no fence can be set. Sigh.

So we get fence on Monday. We have to survive three more nights of sleeping lightly with the lights on in the back yard, against prowlers, stray dogs, and whatever, and three more days of staying close at home during the day.

At least I did a big grocery run yesterday.

Just froze my fingers getting the pond filters rinsed out. Got back in to that phone call.

We’ll wait until the wind storm is past before putting the tarp back up. It’s not too horrendous a job, once we figured how to do it. We set some little eyelet screws in the wood corners of the garage, which take tiny bungees; we twist-tie two tarps together for the 40 foot run between house and garage. I had emptied the big water barrel we use to anchor the fence segment to the tarp [32 gallons of water is pretty difficult to shift] and the rest of the tarp goes up with bungees and a couple of heavy rocks.

But wah! We are disappointed not to have it today.

Not, however, at the risk of injury to the crew, who have to be up on ladders, one supposes, getting these panels in. They go in from the top, 6 feet up, and slide to the bottom down two grooves. So a high wind with 6 x 6 of sail in your hands while you stand on a ladder is not a good idea.

One more day of post-setting.

But all the holes are dug, and it’s less our problem today. We just raise and lower the tarp fence, and let the crew do their thing, while we try to bring order out of the chaos the house has become—mud on the kitchen floor, tools and parts of tools piled everywhere, boxes of catfood bulk-ordered, and items that have to be mailed…

Not to mention…getting some writing done.

And—-immaculately on time—-the fence crew arrived, and we are setting posts..,

Turned out they wanted us to pull the fenceposts, too. I don’t think we’d have had it in us. We’re exhausted. And of course it turns cold, and we get a 25 mph gust with promise of rain…as they’re setting the concrete.

We turned out to have to move 3 large peonies that are in bud. Sigh. They won’t like that.

And we’ve collected a stray yellow dog, and a good thing Jane understands dogs. She got his collar and has dropped a notice on his owner’s phone as to where he is. He’s new in the neighborhood. And chewed through his tie and joined us to find out what all the jackhammering is about. Unfortunately we live on a major street, and it’s dangerous for him to run loose. We’ve tied him up to await his owner. [Cats I can figure. Dogs are a bit of a mystery to me. But he's a nice and somewhat worried dog, and trying to be a good fellow.]

The skies have cleared now…we didn’t get the eclipse last night because of the cloud. But here’s hoping it warms a bit…for one thing, to help the concrete set.

I had to go to Home Depot to pick up the fencing because I couldn’t find the receipt to give to the fence guy for him to do it…they bring it out with a forklift with a guy with flags, right down the aisle. And thanks to a huge flatbed trailer, we got here ok. I sure couldn’t have hauled even one piece of that in the Prius, good as its cargo area is.

It’s 2:30 and they almost have the west side done…which is the short side. Hopefully, things will go faster on the east side.

Jane and have decreed no cooking tonight. We’re going out.

I’m sitting here in the house freezing, in a down coat. I get chilled, I think because I’m so over-tired, when I go out there to see how things are.

Once more into the breach…

The last day before the post-setters arrive.
We’ve got some work, yet, which is to pull two gates, a last panel of the back fence, and to bring the tarp inward in the final setup that will protect the pond while the new posts set.

This involves less lifting, but more Rube-Goldberging.

I was so tired I went to bed about 8:30 last night. I think Jane must have lasted longer, but I was done in.

Jane wants to get up early tomorrow and pull the side panels before the post-setters get to work, and then while they work, get the tarp arranged on the west side, but I’d like to do the tarp today, and just have that part finished. It’s cold in the mornings!

We’ll work it out.

Meanwhile I’ve got to call the accountant and make sure our tax info arrived.

The day dawns, the tarp still stands, though…

…we’re going to have to move it. In the advent of the wind and rain we took the easiest course and fastened it to standing fence posts. We’re going to have to relocate it closer in, and figure how to secure it without the helpful posts.

Today we tackle a smaller area of fence, and the gates, each of which is about 8′. (driveway) We think if we can find some way to secure the tarp at the house back door, and the garage, we can use the hawthorn tree as a midway point.

The job Jane did yesterday, repairing an eroded slope, removing a tree and building a stone retaining wall to keep the steep slope from washing out under the new fence—we may only have done 18 feet, but it was a particularly difficult 18 feet, the worst area of the yard.

There’s the other half of the basalt pile to move. The big gates, a little gate, and a 8′ panel to take down. And the tarp.

And then the ivy. We’ll be clearing that back from the hawthorn: no threat to the ivy. It’s tough.

We did get some pix. Jane will be putting them up.

Wiishu and Pookie were there…they make us laugh, amid the mud and the wind. When you think of others of these dolls who are kept on shelves and sooooo carefully kept, —- well, these rowdy elves aren’t the houseplant sort.

You have to ask Jane, too, about Shu’s misdeeds. He killed a glass dragon she quite treasured. And this morning…

They lied. These sections don’t weigh 45 lbs. It’s more like 200 lbs…

No plan survives contact with the enemy.
In this case, those sections of the fence are, at least the 18 feet we just took down, handmade on the hardware offered for the ‘bought’ sections. We may have some ‘bought’ sections on the west side, but the north is a monster. One section was 10 feet long, the other 8. The posts are rotten. They scabbed a plank over the actual fastenings. Etc. Etc. Etc, to quote Mr. Brynner, in his most aggrieved tones.

We got the back 18′ down, but I had to go after tarp. Tarp does come in a 12×20 so I split it to get 2 20′s. Now it’s trying to rain and the wind is coming with it. Jane is out there with a level and gravel, trying to fix a spot that’s been an Issue since we bought the house. I have tried to move a quarter ton of gravel off the old broken slab ‘Rick’ swears his guys will take a jackhammer to, to give free swing to our gate. But I have shoveled. I have trekked to Lowe’s and back. I have shoved and dragged these sections. Jane has done all that and more.

We are not defeated, but I think tonight is a pizza night. My shoulders are protesting the shoveling. There’s nothing to bring home to you what a pain it is to add another decade like shoveling basalt gravel. I have just taken 2 Advil, and I can’t leave Jane sitting out there in the rain trying to finish that stonework without doing something useless to help. Did I mention a sapling had grown outside the fence? Jane also took that out.

We are going to be sore tomorrow, and we have another 18′ of fence plus wings to take out. Monday—there’s the final 30 feet.

Every single person who could help us is out of town. So here we are. The fence guys are starting Tuesday. Until then…we just nibble away at the job and swear a lot.

As we already knew, we have no buried utilities in the back yard. So we’re good.

THat’s done. The contract is signed.

Saturday we start taking the fence apart.

And we really, really hope we like the color we picked out.

I plan for us to have a camera during the takedown. And process. It’s too bad we don’t have a camera-person but hey, we’re the crew and camera operators.

We did get all the netting installed. 12.00 for the netting for a 5000 gallon pond. Yay us!

And we’re hoping for pretty good weather during the install. They come out Tuesday next to dig the posts and set them up, and I guess it’s Friday for the actual install. This is a heavy hit in the wallet, but hey, this is part of the house, and it’ll last as long as we do. So we’re real happy. I started out wanting the light color, but Jane has always had eyes very sensitive to glare, and light fence back there would just make it miserable, so we switched to the darkest. And this, like lint on black velvet, will make everything that’s not in apple pie order stand out. It’s not, of course, black: it’s dark brown. Mimics a stone wall. And has insulation in it so it will dull the roar of passing traffic—we hope!

The water is crystal clear, the fish have begun to eat…and we got the pond netting half renewed.

The larger area on the other side of the bridge remains to see to, and a little squib at the U end of the pond, but we’re doing well. I didn’t recognize Grant this year: I kept wondering where we had gotten a medium sized tricolor. But that’s our baby from last year. He’s a monster! I don’t know how they grow during the winter, with no food: they must store an immense fatty layer and use sit all winter in a sort of fat to bone and muscle transaction I wish people could do!