Ol’ farm laborer Joel…

Boy, I’m paying for all those free rides to town these days.

Good neighbor L got a horse about a month ago, and somehow or other getting a horse means you have to carry a lot of heavy things. Which seems backward, but there it is.

Used to be, I’d ride into town with D&L, and then when we got back to their place I’d help carry in their groceries just be polite. Doesn’t take five minutes. Now we ride into town, come back and unload a shitload of hay bales. That was yesterday. Today, we set up their new round pen.

This being D&L, the perfectionist twins, they’d already spent two days’ blade work getting the ground utterly perfect and hauling in many loads of sand. I don’t know that D leveled the ground with a laser – but D does possess a surveying laser so I wouldn’t put it past him. Normally setting up a round pen with fence panels is ten minutes work but this is D&L so it took closer to two hours and ended with the most geometrically perfect round pen in the history of hobby riding, with the two ends of the circle anchored with posts sunk two feet into the ground lest anything ever bump them.

I’m not telling tales out of school here, I tease them to their faces about it. A D&L project tends to be more about the journey than the destination. But since they already got the horse, and the horse needs infrastructure, these particular destinations have become more immediately important.

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One Response to Ol’ farm laborer Joel…

  1. Under the wrong circumstances a horse can get tangled up with their corral or anything nearby – like that incident you wrote about some weeks ago. I’ve heard some horrible stories about that kind of thing. It makes some sense that they spent some time setting it in as best as they could. The lightning you’ve described in your area could easily spook an animal.

    If their way of thinking pays off – you’ll never hear about it. All the best stories of wrecks are about the mistakes that led to them. Ounce of prevention vs that pound of cure and all that.

To the stake with the heretic!