The Fence Dilemma
It has been many years now since our last bad hurricane season. Of course, you would never know that from the way the home insurance companies bellyache and go groveling to Tallahassee begging to be allowed to raise rates 60% and more. They talk like Florida is costing them all of their profit year after year, when a storm has barely hit here since my daughter was a baby.
Anyway, back during that last bad hurricane season my mom’s fences blew down. Her neighbor on one side went halfsies with her to put the fence back up along their shared property line. The neighbor on the other side put up a white fence. That still eaves the two front sections and one curbside of the yard unfenced. The house is on a corner lot, so it actually has five sections that need fencing.
As much as this neighborhood seems private, the lack of a fence in the backyard means I do not like my daughter to play outside alone, I always make sure I am fully dressed when I am out there, and I feel like the world is watching when I am bent over sweating overt the flowerbeds. I want to splurge soon and have the remaining yard sections fenced, but my mother says she prefers not to bother.
Granted, most of the money you spend in a fencing project is the cost of the fence installation. I could go to Home Depot and buy the sections and a post digger and a bag of concrete and set the fence myself, but I would probably do a flimsy job. If I could recruit a few friends it might work out better. In the end, I know that paying someone is the best way to go because if they are putting in fences day after day, they more than likely have the technique down to an art. That is way it kills me that I am not stronger and handier around the house. Living without a man in the house can be bliss due to the lack of conflict and negative make energy, but at times I wish there was a handy guy in the other room who could go out and complete talks for me. Of course, when I was married my husband was absolutely useless ant home projects anyway, so I am not sure what I am bothering to complain about. 
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