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| February 7, 1999 | |
| The phone rings early one Sunday morning. "No
mom, you didn't wake me up. . . Yeah sure, I can do that. It might take
a while, but I can do it. . . OK mom, love you too." Somewhere in my slumber, I had agreed to put in a wooden privacy fence. Not, that I couldn't do the work, but I had built one for her at her previous house only three years ago. I remember completing the first one and thinking. . . "No, it is not perfect, but I won't have to put up another one anytime soon." (Famous last words) Well here it was three years later and I was putting up another one. The only problem being was that three years ago, I was living in the same house with her. Now I am living 2 1/2 hours away with a wife and family. Well, after going down once a fortnight (two weeks) for a month and a half, the job is completed and mom is pleased as punch. And I'll admit, I am pleased with this one much more than the first. | |
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Me with my mother's second wooden privacy fence. |
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