Yesterday, there was a wind advisory for the West Delta. North winds blew at 30 or 40 miles an hour, with gusts up to 50, all night and day. The wind blew my back fence over. It came within two feet of smashing my propane tank and storage shed. I called Troy Wise
and he came over and propped the fence up so it would not go any further down.
I was putting together pattern orders to ship out, but I ran out of plastic bags. I started to head for the storage shed where I have a supply. Then I thought, “I’m not going to risk my life going near the falling fence to get to the shed; the orders will have to go out later.”
The wind continued to howl until nighttime.
Today, Troy and his brother came and tore out the fence. He took all the old wood to the dump. I might not replace the fence. Redwood would cost around $2,000, plus the cost of labor. Perhaps I’ll plant fast-growing bushes.
I’m off to the post office to mail patterns.
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