I think Robert Frost said fences make good neighbors. They also make for a lot work. After the tractor ramp fiasco, I was a bit worried when Olga begged me to fix the gates on our white picket fence. Each and every gate was rotted at the hinges and latches. Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd spend a weekend fixing a fence -- especially not a white picket fence. But the act of opening each gate -- lifting it, jiggling it, pleading it back into place -- became supremely frustrating. So... I measured and cut and sandpapered and painted and waited and drilled and nailed and screwed and fixed each of our three gates. I even had the whole drill bit in the mouth look going. If you noticed that the world stopped for a half second a couple weeks ago, it was God acknowledging this miracle.
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