D&L have this arena for training their horses…
…and just after D got sick one of the posts responsible for keeping tension on the tapes just up and fell over, eaten right off at ground level by termites that apparently like the taste of anti-termite treatment.
L spent something like four hours trying to get the nearly 3-foot stump out of the ground without just digging it up with her perfectly good backhoe, over the space of over a week, so as to save the neat small hole Darrel the Former Cop drilled in the ground when we originally set up the arena. I finally asked her if that was really going to be less work than just filling in and tamping a larger hole. When I got there this morning, she had resorted to the backhoe.
We got it into place, then pushed it vertical against the tension of the tapes with the tractor’s bucket. That worked pretty well. Then we spent what seems like an hour shoveling and tamping, then shoveling and tamping, then shoveling and tamping some more.
The whole thing took a super-sweaty hour and a half, at the end of which the fence was nice and tight through the entire arena’s circumference. And all the time we were doing it, I half expected another pole to fall down while we were right there to watch.
I don’t think this drama is over.
Speaking of drama, D is getting out of the hospital in the Big City tomorrow! L is driving down tomorrow, coming back Thursday afternoon. So I’ll be over there several times starting noon tomorrow to walk dogs and take care of the horses’ extremely intricate dietary and medical needs. I swear they devise some of these complications deliberately. Who weighs out hay?
Since the summer appears to have given up Monsoon for Lent, that means lots of chances to play with my electric bike, which is now thoroughly kitted out with water and tools for use in the boonies with some hope of returning home alive and still under power.