Fencing

Today was a big day for fencing.

We often watch Judge Judy when we are with Mom and I am amazed at the percentage of cases she hears which involves pets.

It is as if people see pets as their alter-ego or avatar. When you own animals large enough to total a car, there is no ambiguity of responsibility. I am responsible for that animal even if I am banged up and lacking mobility.

At one point, I was working on the woven wire fence behind the hot wire and in my haste and enthusiasm I sort of forgot the one wire was hot. Test everything. Keep what is good. Hope that nobody heard that bad word(s) that may have slipped out.

I have a very good fence energizer so even though there was a great deal of grass that had grown up and semi-buried the lower wire.

So much of today involved walking the perimeter fence-line and using the bill-hook to shorten the grass so it did not touch the lowest wire and cutting vines and nettles.

Tomorrow I will dump the perimeter fence around the back paddock. That will make the front paddock even hotter and I will be able to work on the back paddock without having to say bad words.

Trial run at being 85

My impaired mobility is a decent simulation of what it will be like to try to keep the place up when I am in my mid-80s.

For instance, I was in one of the barns and I heard sheet-metal slapping. The only sheet metal is on the roof. Today it was not windy so I could not go looking for the issue but it is on my list of things to do.

Entropy: Rust, rot, depreciation, weeds, allergies, fatigue, erosion, wear-and-tear, wild animals, under-supervised children, entitled adults, gossip, drama, combustion, water intrusion....getting old.

To quote Josie Wales, "Buzzards gotta eat, too"