I rolled out the chain link fencing today, thinking that if I could just get it attached to the corner post, I could stretch it with a come-along attached to the bumper of the pickup. NOT! I wrestled that fencing all afternoon, and got myself pretty beat up in the battle...the fence has won, I have thrown in the towel, and am hitting the shower very shortly!
BJ was shocked when he got in this afternoon. "Mom! What happened?"
"I've been wrestling the fence, BJ."
"What fence?"
"The one to your Dominecker Domicile!"
"Well, when Samantha gets here, we'll go out there and help, OK?"
"OK. I'm tired. How about pizza tonight?"
Samantha comes in "We're having PIZZA? YAY! What happened to YOU?"
So we do homework and make corrections and head out there to tackle the fence. More hands to help hold it up, right? RRIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHTTT!
So we're all out there trying to hold this 6' chain link fence up and get the tension rod that has been threaded down the 1st links attached to the pole which has been cemented into the ground, and a big gust of wind comes up and blows sand in Samantha's eyes. Blinded, she steps in the trench that we can't cover up until the fence is stretched. She falls down, BJ who is trying to hold up the entire fence now is overwhelmed and falls down, and then me. We are all on the ground, flat on our backs with a blanket of chain link fence on top of us. We laughed at our predicament until both kids were limp.
The fence won, the pizza is here, I'm taking a shower.
Brie