I was supposed to tag along on a trip to the big town about 50 miles away this morning, something I was especially loathe to do since it involves the DMV. But that trip got cancelled early this morning, happily for my bowels and also for a chore I had really wanted to get cracking on this morning…
…planting some clothesline poles at Ian’s place.
It went more smoothly than I had any reason to expect: Dig a hole around here and there’s no telling what inconvenient rocks you’ll find. But this time it was pretty much dirt all the way down. I’ll give the cement a couple of days to firm up good and then make some crosstrees.
And Tobie…
…is proving to be one of those dogs who’s quite content to sit out of the way and watch other people work. He likes to come with but doesn’t insist that you pay him any attention. The more obnoxious phases of his puppyhood being behind us, I really think he’s going to mature into a good one.
Building up a storm Glad you are out and about. Clothes line seem to stag so prop sticks could be on order.
Yeah, prop sticks will be needed. The poles I have are a bit on the short side.
No problem – it’s kind of a blast from my childhood.