Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood as we continue to wait for a gate.  The neighborhood is ever growing. Our already full lot is now overflowing with RV’s hooked to electric only, out in the middle of the yard, and along the fence line.
I think we’ve managed to catch up on all the things gate guards never quite have enough time for while working. We’ve done the massive mandatory Walmart restock, serious grocery shopping, and gotten overdue haircuts. We’ve gone to the lumber yard twice (what joy!).
The first lumber yard outing was to replace the boards that bounced off the service trailer when Junior was making serious time on the Farm to Market Road. I spent most of  that one in the parking lot visiting with the turkeys. They didn’t fair well at the fair, but they were very conversational in the lumber lot. 😉
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The second lumber yard trip was to buy a lock for the tool box that sits on top of the ever handy 52 gallons of diesel in the back of the pickup. It has a built-in lock, but since we don’t have a key, Heidi thought she’d add a lock of  her own.
This was a grand idea, in theory, but a bit harder to implement than she’d hoped. We’re a little stymied when it comes to muscle. The neighbors two doors down, John and Linley, are from New Zealand. I think they get the prize for traveling the farthest to work a gate!  John kindly installed the lock.
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Lin entertained us with tales of the most isolated gate I’ve heard of yet. It was so remote that Larry, their FS, had to get their grocery list via email and deliver their groceries. They washed their clothes in a bucket with a plunger. Hmm… Nope. I’m not that hardy.
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 They’re much better sports than we are. The flower pot potty probably stretched the outer limits of our roughing it! I love the job, but not that much.
Our next door neighbors, Joyce and Bobby D are true Texans. Bobby by birth and Joyce, I believe the saying down here is, Texan by the grace of God. I don’t really get it either, but anyway, they’re waiting for their first assignment. Such a sweet couple!
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Those of you who are gate guards know the extensive training program we all go through for our first job. It’s like the line from It’s a Wonderful Life: Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry.
Except at your first gate it’s: Here’s your vest and clipboard, gotta go, I’m in a hurry.
I spent a couple of  hours with them the other night. They had a lot of questions and I tried to cheerfully give them an idea of some of the more routine things to expect. I don’t think it went as well as I’d hoped since Joyce said she had to take an anxiety pill after I left so she could sleep…
And I didn’t even mention the real interesting things like the crock pot full of tarantulas or the pig’s heads on the fence posts.
I’ve re-written my story of the fence post pigs but Heidi says this is already too long so I’ll save it for tomorrow. 😀