All of the boys are out back with my father in law, rebuilding the fence that blew down earlier this week. All I can hear is the sound of hammering. Older Boy is in charge of hammering loose boards down, and Younger Boy is in charge of the pliers. Meanwhile, Hubby and Father In Law are pouring concrete and doing the actual work. I sit, with a cold breeze blowing over me from the open back door, writing away. I asked if they needed help, but was told no, it was a boy project. Fair enough. I used to love working on projects with my Dad, so I can hardly fault my boys.

We’ll get this house fixed up eventually.