I now have a fence.
From this
From this
To this
Builder Bob - who had rather be diving or drumming (is that the term for playing drums?) -spent another sweltering afternoon working on this fence.
It didn't happen without a little more arguing. I insisted he was not going to do this without my paying him, and he was just as insistent that he was. I told him it would make me miserable not to pay for it, and he pretty much said he didn't care about my state of mind. He also "lost" the receipt for the lumber. I gave him a check but was embarrassed about how small it was in relation to what he did for me. Not just the building - that was more than enough - but keeping me from the hassle of finding a fence repair person and wondering if I could trust them and for making me realize that there are good people around, right over my fence.
Now what can I do to pay him back? I mentioned yesterday about passing the good deed along, but so far the only thing I could pass along today was a dollar. I was waiting for Mama on a bench at Wal-Mart trying to get on a conference call for work, and this young girl asked me if I had some change for her to make a phone call. I didn't, as usual, but I gave her a dollar. I think I'm a loooong way away from meeting my goal.
This just gives me a happy feeling. I hope Bob has a chance to get something cold to drink and put his feet up tonight.
Darby's happy now too, plotting her next escape.
