…and the new fence is finished. The crew – three cheery, friendly, but seriously weather-beaten fellas – nailed up the last planks around 11am.
They packed up their gear, collected from me the second-largest check I’ve ever written (the first being our down payment on Stately Rice Manor), and drove off.
I hated the old fence. It was old, half-rotten, always threatening to fall apart but never actually doing it. It was the neighborhood eyesore. I’m glad it’s gone.
As are the neighbors, I’m sure.