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.