That's all there is to it.
Getting up at 8 is just not cutting it.
Feed dog, feed cats, feed fish, water garden (water water water water), do stretches (old ladies need to do this), make tea and damn if it's not already 9.
I haven't even thought about breakfast or walking the dog.
Quality problems, sweetpea, quality problems.
The fence is finally happening!
You know, I so strongly believe in doing for yourself what you can and not farming out work unless you have to. Making things with your own man/girl power is good for the soul and such a balm in this crazy, fast-paced, high-tech world we live in.
But ... I wish Jackdaddy could have hired someone to build this fence.
Hard. Hard. Hard. So much hard work.
Can he do it? Oh, hell yes. He's the best.
But crap if it doesn't just consume his every waking hour. Hours that are also consumed with work that brings in money as well as being a daddy and trying to have a life.
Sometimes it's good to just pay for things, if you can.
We tried. We did. I won't go into the long and the long of it, but one guy wanted 3,000 to do it.
Three THOUSAND dollars.
Fuck that guy.
Another guy, we hired. He missed the first weekend due to him "misunderstanding" the start date.
He missed the second weekend due to one day of rain at the beginning of the week.
He called on Wednesday of the third week and left a message saying that he was planning to start that weekend and to call him back when I got a chance so we could do the money thing and sign the contract. I called him back the next morning and he said that, because I didn't return his call that night, he told his workers to go ahead with another job.
Fuck that guy too.
And so, as always, it's Jackdaddy.
He hired one of his grad students to do some of the awful prep work last weekend and then he will hire some labor guys to finish it next weekend, but still.
Why more fence anyway? Wellll....
City living, y'all, that's why.
The latest group of 4 kids that moved into the duplex next door ended up as 6 kids with 6 dogs.
Six dogs in one backyard.
Two of them were fence-jumpers.
One of them was a chikkin-killer.
Sweet dogs. I love dogs, but I love my chikkins too. And my cats. And my kid. Cannot have big, stranger dogs jumping into my yard.
Also, as you are about to see, the only entrance to this
Multiple kids, multiple boyfriend/girlfriend combinations, gazillions dogs, late hours, one door.
Here are a gazillion boring pictures that you must pretend to be interested in.
There really are an inordinate amount of pictures in this post and they are in totally random order because it is now almost 10 am and I am hosed.
Looking east into neighbor's backyard.
Fascinating pile of brush.
Evil door mentioned above.
(Note lovely orange temporary "fence." This has now been replaced with lovely mismatched tarps so that the gazillion workers who have been coming over to clean up the
Looking toward front yard.
Our bedroom is right where that yucca is.
Old fence all dug up.
Dug up and cut up. There was an ancient chainlink fence here that had to be cut out.
Looking towards back of yard.
My bees are gonna go in that back, back corner!
Every available surface looks like this.
The old privacy fence. (Be sure to say it with the English pronunciation.)
The old Jackdaddy. (American pronunciation fine on this one.)
More of the old fence.
Some trash trees are now down.
And now, let's move on to what this fence will look like!
So, here's the front yard fence.
(I must have cleaned it up for a photo or something because it is way, way junkier than this usually.)
That's all fuzzy.
Here is the basic design.
This is all fuzzy too.
AK, no time to go back and fix this nonsense. Sorry.
Let's just move to what the finished project will look like.
Swoony McSwoon Swoon, right?
This side is all gussied up now with the surfboard and the tire planters (so gussy, you know, tires), but that fence still looks soooo beautiful.
Random photo of why we wanted a fence in the first place.
(My tomatoes look nothing like that this year, dammit.)
The rolling gate.
OK, wait, I cannot leave without showing you how much work there is in doing this kind of fence.
Hard work, y'all.
And WOW! Jackdaddy.
What a builder.
What a guy, right?
OK, last thing, I swear.
I just have to show you what the other side looked like before we put the new fence in.
And one more of the new now ...
Y'all bow down to the goodness and righteousness of Jackdaddy, OK?
He's the MAN.