Even in our little bit of paradise, things break down, and chores must be done. Here, at Totem Hall, we do those chores; we have quite consciously made it a point not to hire staff. When, for instance, boards on our board fence break down, off I go.
I must admit to not being the brightest of light bulbs and I am okay with that. Consequently, it took me several years to come up with a way to handle broken down fencing on my own.
The first insight was using the C-clamp, rather than trying to wrestle with the board and hammer into place a new nail. Free hands are a good thing, especially when trying to leverage a 16-foot board.
My next discovery came from the contractor who built an additional paddock area for us. He used a drill and screws as opposed to a hammer and nails. In observing that method, honestly, I felt as if I had discovered fire, electricity, and the wheel. all rolled into one. I could say goodbye to the bear claw and broken off nails buried somewhere deep inside the post. I could say goodbye to smashed thumbs and bent nails.
I could earn extra time, which leads me to my just reward for all this work…
Bizarrely, I am never happier than when doing chores, such a great feeling of self reliance, I am the world’s most ancient stable girl.
My darling Miss Tabitha
You may be the most ancient of stable girls (though I have my doubts), but I venture there are none to match you for looks, wit, charm, or dress.
Chores absolutely define my existence; after all, I am a gentleman farmer…
GF, I like your little slice of heaven down there in South Georgia and think your assessment of our Miss Tabitha is right on the money.
Down here, in south Georgia/north Florida, I live a ridiculously blessed life, one that is worth pinching over, and over again.
On the absolutely fabo Tabs, I cannot top the highest praise my youngest gives to anyone. Quite simply, Tabitha is a beast, a boss, and a straight-up baller…