May 28, 2014 – Building Fences

Greetings, dear reader.  It’s Jim speaking.  It’s not Stone Bunny or Doctor Spring or Gloriosa Daisy.  It’s plain old Jim.

Yesterday I stepped out of my preferred narrative style of speaking through imaginary characters…DSC06012(“Whoa there Cowboy!”  say Stone Turtle, Stone Bunny and Stone Puppy.  “Imaginary?“)

I shared with you some of my impressions of the Greatest Spectacle in Racing – the Indianapolis 500 – hopefully lending a sense of the grand event while sharing with you my thrill at what great weather we experienced here central Indiana during this year’s race.

But I blew it.  I gave at least one reader the impression that I relaxed in my garden while I listened to the race.  Oh no.  That is not correct.  Yes, I was in the garden.  Yes, I enjoyed the race.  Yes, I drank plenty of beer.  But I do not relax in the garden while Pippa Mann and her buddies risk life and limb flying around the track at 200 miles per hour.  Nope.  I work.  My tradition is that if I do not attend the race, I define a very specific project and DO IT while I listen to the race.   And Hey!  I’m the kind of guy who likes to get credit where credit is due.

So…..  I’m stepping even further out of my preferred narrative style and sharing with you my project.  Work.  Travail.  I might as well, because if you follow this ridiculous blog, you might wonder ” from where did that fence come?”  And if you keep following the blog (PLEASE DO!) you’re bound to see the darn fence at some point.

Once upon a time there was a hedge.  It was not a pretty hedge.  It had been pretty, but it wasn’t anymore.  I cut it down and moved the individual bushes to other places in the yard.  I was going to build a fence…..

Here we are at the start of the 98th running of the Indy 500.???????????????????????????????Hedge removed.  Rudimentary survey gear in place.

(Lady and Gentlemen, “Start Your Engines.”     Vroom vroom….. Marco Andretti, Helio Castroneves and Ryan Hunter-Reay duke it out, powering their twin-turbo V6 engines across the yard of bricks for the checkered flag.)

Here we are at the end of the 98th running of the Indy 500.DSC05975Post holes excavated.  Posts standing loosely in the holes. That’s what I accomplished during the race.  I dug 7 holes.  Aren’t you proud of me?

Here we are Monday….DSC06042And a little effort after work on Tuesday yields one side half done, the other well begun…..DSC06059And that’s where we are now.  Don’t worry.  We have company coming on Saturday so Mark My Word!  The fence will be complete by then.

I could ramble on and on about why we constructed this particular fence in this particular place at this particular time, but I will spare you all that.  Suffice it to say that my little buddy Amelia…….DSC06093is going to be able to play in and around the the playhouse without worrying about cars and tractors running her over….DSC06089What better reason to build a fence?  That, and the less-than-awesome view we have from the back patio is now much more awesome.  Or will be when the fence is complete.

Thank you for reading.  Stone Bunny is becoming nervous.  She would prefer we revert back to our old story telling style now……DSC01571

 

14 thoughts on “May 28, 2014 – Building Fences

    1. Thanks Julie. As we like to say around here… “We’re tearing it up pup.” Have a good one. I’ll tell you about my experience being at the race next year! 🙂

    1. Now that’s a nice compliment. Thank you very much. I’m genuinely glad it makes you laugh. I must be doing something right. 🙂

  1. Wonderful post and great looking fence. I made my hubby put up a fence when the kids were toddlers and then I took it down ten or so years later, it made great firewood by that time. Now I’m considering planting some fruit bushes and trees and wish I had that fence again. Hubby says the neighbor kids will raid our yard for freebies — oh well, at least we’ll get some visitors.

  2. I notice you also picked up all the beer cans. That’s a respectable race day’s work in and of itself!

    1. Nate, you clearly possess that rare and treasured gift of being able to reach right into the heart of a matter and pluck the very string which resonates in perfect harmony with the central chord. As I wipe the tear from my eye, I am compelled to say “Sorry Dude. I wasn’t drinking out of a can.” We environmentally sensitive, ecologically balanced Hoosiers have moved beyond the can to the growler. Yep. Five dollars on friday afternoon for half-gallon of beer from Sun King Brewery at the corner of College and Wabash in Indianapolis. Not just recyclable. Refillable! And much less trouble to clean up the job site……. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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