Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Bess and I had gone down to the big road to get the mail. On the way back, my neighbor flagged me down to tell me that one of the goats had gotten tangled in the fencing that Tree Guy had put up in preparation for planting the mulberry trees. I'd told TG some weeks ago that the girls were pushing on the fences and that was a problem, a problem he'd chosen to ignore. Ruthie had freed herself, unhurt, by the time I got back to the house, but the chicken-wire fencing was a disaster. I'd gone to the barn to get a really neat tool that is a combination of hammer, pliers, twister, puller, and wire cutter; indispensable for working on fencing. That's when I found the mess that Thing had created. With the goat pen job at hand, there was no time to deal with Thing, but we're going to have to have a talk. I did speak with Tree Guy, telling him about the downed fences and that the girls had snapped off one of the PVC water pipes he'd installed.
On a bright note, in the mailbox I found a care package from my friend with a sweet card, a cute plaque, and a bag of licorice. Licorice for dinner, yum! A second bright note: Pete said the stuffed dates were delicious and he'd scored big points with his son Jake. Mom rules! (Now if I can convince Thing of that.)