I wrapped up The Curmudgeon Goes On Phone Hiatus Part 1, 2, and 3 with this:
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to work like a demon to get the damn fence repaired. The clock is ticking!”
Just in case you think I’m full of shit… here are a few pictures.
Cute little buggers eh? Well they are but they’re also a pain in the ass. They’ve run me ragged. Maybe I’ll explain sometime.
Springtime on a homestead is always busy; posting might be a bit light and fluffy until I get a handle on the situation. Stay tuned.
AC
P.S. Yes I said “light and fluffy”. It’s my blog and I’ll misuse adjectives as I see fit. Aside from Edna and the Dog, I’m willing to skate on thin metaphorical ice. Plus, I thought it appropriate because when I write fluff, I know it’s fluff. (Unlike “journalists” who like the smell of their own farts while flitting between dying corporations and impending bankruptcies like exceptionally dense, quasi-literate, lemmings.)