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Okay, so quick story about the fence. Big storm came through two Thursdays ago. Huffed and puffed and knocked many a tree down in Fort Worth and Hurst and Carrollton and all sorts of suburbs around Big D. Plus, the big wind tried to knock down my fence. My fence! Imagine the audacity! Well, actually, it’s my back common fence that I share with my neighbor. I guess he’s the “Wilson” to my Tim Taylor but I never really talk to him or ask him for advice on how to raise my boys. Anyway, the storm hits, the power goes out, lots of wind and the next day I notice that not 1, not 2 but 3 supporting posts are broken on the fence. I prop it up using a metal pole and a wooden stick and pick up a few of my roof shingles strewn across the yard. I then promptly take a nap at which time, “Wilson” stops by to talk about the fence. Sorry, I’m asleep. The next day, after work, I stop by his house to talk about the fence and tell him that my brother in law and I could probably replace the posts fairly easily. But I can’t give him this information because he’s not home. Saturday morning, I get up and notice outside my back door, that my backyard has doubled in size. Either that or my neighbor has decided to take down the fence without even asking me. Okay. Later that afternoon, when I see that he’s parked in his driveway with 6 large fence sections tied down to the back of his pickup truck, I offer to help move the pieces into the backyard with him. Turns out his wife wanted to repair the fence quickly because the cats were going stir crazy in the house. (Can’t cats climb fences?) And the reason he wanted to replace the fence was because the original one was 10 years old and falling apart. I agree to pay for my half because I remember when my dad replaced his common fence and his neighbor refused to pay anything.

Bottom line, it does look much better but last week I just noticed that another post is broken on my OTHER fence that I share with ANOTHER neighbor.  I wonder how long that metal pole will hold it up?