My housekeeping borders on the OCD, which happens to run in my family. At any given moment if you examine the contents of my pockets you will find scraps of this and bits of that, things I have plucked off the carpet or furniture. I am sure Freud would have a lot to say about my over-the-top obsession with things being in order, but in the great words of Clark Gable: "Frankly Scarlett I don't give a damn". It is just too late to worry about it, it is who I am.
My husband's idea of a perfect fence is six strands, razor-tight and plenty of posts. I do not share his philosophy so we have had endless arguments about fence construction. I personally think his attention to detail is incredibly annoying until I witnessed firsthand what a strong fence can do.
A few weeks ago after laboring in the scorching heat all day my stamina was wearing thin. Our utility vehicle was stopped on what I thought was a pretty flat piece of ground. It has not been staying in park very well so I took extra care to make sure everything was in order before I left to get a much needed bottle of water. I wasn't gone but a minute but walking back much to my horror our utility vehicle was rolling down the hill at a pretty good clip right for the fence. In shock I dropped everything and took off for the vehicle, too late..straight into the fence! If it was possible that you could find a silver lining in this really bad situation it was that it was caught up in the fence. It broke a bunch of wire but stopped dead straddling the best part of it. I was terrified to call my husband because I knew the coming onslaught would not be fun. Maybe a bit of drama on my part would lessen the blow. In either case this was not going to be a fun phone call.
In the end when my husband saw my mortified face it was enough to end the ordeal with a laugh, but if you look at my picture, beyond the cows in the background is our neighbor's farm and if it wasn't for the strong fences that utility vehicle would have ended up going right on through a second fence into his fields. I will never say another word about my husband's fence building. In my case good fences really do make a good neighbor!
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