An hour lost

Goofy time change again. This Fall fiasco has me feeling as though I’ve had a working hour taken away from me, my time stolen. I still think, consider, and say as long as the gooberment thought they were doing me a favor, to get me off the street via natures own natural curfew, they could have waited until the Thanks Giving weekend to do it. (grrr) A proper weekend to re-acclimate children and parents, including (my kind) the greats’ to the change the waking hours.
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As long as I’m up so early, here’s a couple snaps the latest gate posts requiring replacement. This project wont be the easiest.


Note the deterioration the two wooden posts the right hand side of the picture. They’s only been there no more than 35 year. One’s a railroad tie, the other a portion off a utility pole. Sheesh, nothing lasts anymore! Plus, sure hope nobody else has been missing them all those years?
What make’s their replacement tricky at this time is the amount of dirt I must remove taking either one of them or stumps out of the ground. The holes rather large managing two post simultaneously may be a bit tricky. Additionally I want to tie these two posts together at their tops for extra strength each may give the other; and the post tall enough for such extra support will make them much handier carrying the electrical fence wire over all our heads, man and beast alike.
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This reminds me I need to fashion some sort of a windowed door upon a weather tight outdoor housing for the fence charger. The cause is to eliminate our need to enter and walk through the entire building when it’d be easier to see and service the electrical appliance’s working status in passing or stopping.
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And now, how about a busy picture of yesterday morning’s shindig.

Let me explain it. The good looking gentleman on the left manning the gates in his barnyard tux just happens to be yours truly. The next gentleman moving left to right is Brother Raymond bent over recording the last man‘s (the vet his findings. The Vet is easily recognized his hand in his work up to his shoulder pregnancy checking the easily steadied lady before him in the heavily dutied head supported squeeze chute. The red framed thing is a grooming chute used for show beatifying the ladies for one as well as calves for 4H club shows. The ATV belongs to Tom to far to the right along with Keith to be caught in this picture where’s they’re rather busy encouraging the ladies to walk down the chute.
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Barry and I worked at this all day for a mere need to replace one simple little light switch. It was broken and did we ever go the long hard way all the way around to fix the all of what wasn’t broken.

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Only one day into the time change my mind and body can’t adjust to the simplicity of a single hour’s change. (BAH!) Time changes.
“Rainbows”
Fernan