As usual, Don was not a willing participate in my farming project. All through Lowes Friday he was saying, "This is the last project I'm helping you with." I replied, "Yes, this is the last project this weekend." (He does not find me funny; but at least he ignores my comments, so that works.)
So Saturday morning we gathered up the items and headed to the spot for B. S.'s new pen. Don started digging the holes with the post hole digger and said, "I don't want to do this." But of course it has to be done, because my dear sweet neighbor is not happy with stinky Billy. And because I tend to be a very lucky person; not just because my husband is not a violent person, but just 2 days before, a former employee in our construction company had called looking for work. He's kind of a handyman, jack of all trades, and his name is Jack. So I told Don, that if he just couldn't make himself do the fence; he could hire Jack to do the work for him. I had just spent almost $200 on materials and am still in debt for the Chateau de Poulet, so all I could afford was the free labor that Don was hopefully going to do. My husband ran a very high end remodeling business for 30 years, but for most of that time he was the pencil pusher, not a hammer swinger. He loved designing and was very gifted at it. Anyway, I had been far-sighted enough to write down Jack's phone number. Don disappeared into the house for a few minutes and came back out and said, "Jack will be here in about an hour."
So Don mostly got to supervise and advise and Jack worked his butt off. It took about 4 hours Saturday and 2 hours Sunday afternoon. Late Sunday B.S., along with the new buck kid, Minimus moved into their new yard. I called Linda and told her to go to her computer room and take a deep breath.
So Saturday morning we gathered up the items and headed to the spot for B. S.'s new pen. Don started digging the holes with the post hole digger and said, "I don't want to do this." But of course it has to be done, because my dear sweet neighbor is not happy with stinky Billy. And because I tend to be a very lucky person; not just because my husband is not a violent person, but just 2 days before, a former employee in our construction company had called looking for work. He's kind of a handyman, jack of all trades, and his name is Jack. So I told Don, that if he just couldn't make himself do the fence; he could hire Jack to do the work for him. I had just spent almost $200 on materials and am still in debt for the Chateau de Poulet, so all I could afford was the free labor that Don was hopefully going to do. My husband ran a very high end remodeling business for 30 years, but for most of that time he was the pencil pusher, not a hammer swinger. He loved designing and was very gifted at it. Anyway, I had been far-sighted enough to write down Jack's phone number. Don disappeared into the house for a few minutes and came back out and said, "Jack will be here in about an hour."
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| B.S. now stands on his igloo looks at the does. |
So Don mostly got to supervise and advise and Jack worked his butt off. It took about 4 hours Saturday and 2 hours Sunday afternoon. Late Sunday B.S., along with the new buck kid, Minimus moved into their new yard. I called Linda and told her to go to her computer room and take a deep breath.
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| Father and son now live together. |
