Some days, I get on these insane tears where I just have to do something. Anything at all. It doesn’t matter. I’ve been on that tear for two weekends now. It’s the afternoon on a Saturday. I take out the trash, I look at the fence and gate at the end of my driveway. I hate it. I hate it a lot. I’ve not been a fan of it since I moved here. It’s very hard to move anything through the gate because it’s so narrow. It sags and I can’t fix it because the hinges are bent from kids swinging on it in years past.
I’m also getting tired of having to use 4 or 5 screws to get enough bite in the stringers so that I can rehang fence boards after a 20 mph wind gust while it’s raining out knocks the boards loose. It’s such a hassle. So I drove out to Denham and picked up a post hole digger.
So on a whim, I decided to replace a fence. I’ve probably made worse decisions on a whim. I’ll admit to not being very smart.