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sethrakSo this morning the wind gusts started making our rickety geriatric back fence sway in an alarming manner. Davner came home for lunch, and found that the gate had not merely blown open, but the fence was enough out of alignment that it would no longer latch. We took turns being on hold to Housing Maintenance.
While I was still listening to "If you call during peak hours such as lunch time or late evening, you may experience longer wait times...", a large chunk of fence blew down completely, smushing a cardboard transplant pot we were trying to grow beans in. (Fortunately, Rufus the preschool project bean plant and the rest of the gang were unharmed.)
Dav tried propping it back up with the bar from his weight set, but the gusts were more than the bar could stand. So now we can't let the boys play in the sandbox until it's fixed. Not that they seem to mind... They keep staring out at the collapsed fence in glee. Clearly this is the coolest thing EVER. ^_^
While I was still listening to "If you call during peak hours such as lunch time or late evening, you may experience longer wait times...", a large chunk of fence blew down completely, smushing a cardboard transplant pot we were trying to grow beans in. (Fortunately, Rufus the preschool project bean plant and the rest of the gang were unharmed.)
Dav tried propping it back up with the bar from his weight set, but the gusts were more than the bar could stand. So now we can't let the boys play in the sandbox until it's fixed. Not that they seem to mind... They keep staring out at the collapsed fence in glee. Clearly this is the coolest thing EVER. ^_^
