Nail Guns and Lockdown

        Clearing the fence in our deep backyard uncovered more than I wanted.

        In my zeal to get that project marked off my list, I didn’t plan on being able to see clearly into my neighbor’s backyard where he is storing a large

        PEPSI DRINK MACHINE, A SUBURBAN UP ON BLOCKS, and a TRACTOR.

        As a result, one thing really does lead to another.

        So now, instead of traveling across Canada or visiting some exotic locale, people will know where to find us. 

        Where are John and Laura? 

        I think they are sitting in the backyard staring at their fence.

        Believe it or not, we are used it it.  This house and yard, which was a condemned HUD listing, has been a consistent money pit since we bought it in 1989.

        I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.

        My husband’s comment to me after this last unexpected expense?

        “Shut it down.”

        While the fence men were here  ( especially since I am now on lockdown), I decided to ask them for a FAVOR.

           I asked them (in my best Scarlet O’Hara voice- which is really hard for me) if they would be willing to nail 4 boards together with their gigantic , loud NAIL GUN.

          Of course I was asking this from across the yard because nail guns terrify me.

         Ever since my husband and I watched all 5 seasons of HBO’s The Wire, through our Netflix subscription, I now see nail guns as the tool of a serial killer. 

         But…I needed these boards nailed and my little tack hammer wasn’t going to get the job done.

Choices:

A.  Ask husband to nail boards. Hmm.

B.  Overcome nail gun phobia and ask fence men for help.  Check.

        This morning I searched for the best morning sunlight and started moving things.

        Next project (after I prepare the beds, plant my tomatoes, and plant a million caladium bulbs)?

        I would really like a swing…