Alls well that ends well.

I would at least like a chance to prove that it wouldn't change me too much.

I think I may not come back for a while. The wire cuts on Phillips hand were never as bad as he was having a fit about. He took the bandaids off and you could hardly see where they were cut. He plans to till the garden spot up tomorrow. Damn tire on the wheel barrow just had to pick now as the time to go tit's up. Had to move a lot of rocks we had piled by the shop out of the way for the fence. I think I counted 23 bucket loads. Sheeeit! Must remember not to pile rocks some place you might want to use for something else later.

Got lots of things to do and not enough time to do it. I must be getting old and lazy.

Granny.