Just wanted to let you all know that Carol is ok. We got an e from her saying she's having trouble getting in here, maybe due to a new firewall on her 'puter that she's still getting used to. I sent her the lastest pswd just to be sure she has it. Hopefully, we'll hear from her soon.

-- (Holder@Of.TheFrontdoorKey), June 13, 2004

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-- (Holder@bumpity.bump), June 13, 2004.

Many thanks for the new password. I had to go to the city for a couple of days and missed seeing that you had changed it.

-- Carol (c@oz.com), June 16, 2004.

G'Day, Carol. Glad to see you're back with us!

Now where'd everyone else go?!?!?!?!?!

-- (sonofdust@hi.carol), June 16, 2004.

Welcome Back, Cotter er Carol! :-)

-- Tricia the Cnauck (jayles@telusplanet.net), June 17, 2004.

Heidi,Carol. Ahm shore glad somebody else has trouble with thuh passwords. There fer awhile I thot J uz bein left out like that time when iza kid an my folks went to thuh grocery store an never come back. I shore coulda used them groceries. Corse I jest kinda hang like a wombat off to one side an crib J's machinery an password so its no skin off my nose if he gets dumped cept that he talks too much when yall aint available. Usually when ahm tryin ta sleep. Livin at his place is a trial but who else is gonna keep him straightened out. I gotta give somethin back you no. Also hes got a buncha tools an a big icebox an his air conditioner an TV work good so I figger itsa even trade. He yells at me sometimes, tho. Ahm workin on his anger management too but dont intend ta charge him nothin fer it. Anyhow, glad you rejoined thuh circle an aint lost in lectronic limbo no more.

-- Redneck (redneck@comfortin.thot), June 18, 2004.

Thanks Rob, it was kinda cold out there on my own.

Is Robert off doing the w..k thing? I hope he hasn't got locked out too.

Hi Tricia. I sure missed a lot while I was away. On the flipside though I got to see my son and spent a couple of lovely hours wandering 'roung the city art gallery (1st time). There I met and chatted to a very nice older lady. She was an artist and very interesting to talk to, so I was quite taken aback when she thanked me for stopping to talk to her. Kinda sad don't you think.

Hey Redneck. Serves me right for not checking my hotmail account. It empties itself once a week and is usually just full of spam with gross subject lines, so I tend to forget about it.

Chuckling here trying to picture a redneck wombat, but I'm glad you're there to keep an eye on J. I'm sure he'd miss you if you left (not that he'd admit it).

-- Carol (c@oz.com), June 19, 2004.

checking in ...

-- helen (building@fence.and.not.good.at.it), June 20, 2004.

Building a fence? I did that once on the farm. It was harder than I thought it would be. But I think if I had a good Mule it might have helped a bit.

-- (sonofdust@justbeing.silly), June 20, 2004.

Helen, building fence conjures up mixed images.

My dad hired a guy to build a wood fence along the road at the little farm place he had a few years ago. The guy didn't know what he was doing and didn't contour it to match the slopes of the ground. He had to tear about half of it out and start over after daddy told him how. My dad also had some cattle in Colorado, and I recall particularly a few hot summertime days that I had to "build" a fence (more like find a tree to nail it to every few feet, preferably the same tree I had an arm around to keep me and the staples and hammer and roll of barbed wire--which was constantly trying to become a big tangled ball of barbed wire--from sliding down the slope together). The slope was covered with cedars, and the ground under them was slick and smooth with no grass. The cedars absorbed the summer heat and kept the breeze out, when there was any. Finally got it done well enough to keep the more adventurous animals home.

The summer between the end of school and the summer-session my last year in college, I hired on to clear some land my roommate's dad had bought out in the country somewhere the other side of Monroe, La. It was hot, too. After pecking at it a day or two, we backed off. Best plan I could come up with to make a showing was to try and cut a lane down the property line for a fence! We worked hard, but didn't even get that done very well. I cut a tunnel big enough to walk through in one big boise d'arc tree with a chain saw so I could get to the trunk(s) and cut it down. After doing so, with an eighteen-inch section of air in the middle, it still stood there. It was so bushy the drooping limbs wouldn't let it fall. Prickly country. Redneck says just thinking about fencebuilding plumb wears him out. Me too.

Glad it's you and not me (though it won't be for long--the fence is the next item on our list here at the house--we've been putting it off, but my wife is getting her eyebrows down about it, and nothing good ever comes after that). Ah, the joys: Here, hold this, will you? Where'd we put those nails? How did it get crooked? Mix up some more concrete, Redneck.

Redneck?

Shoot!

-- J (jsnider@hal-pc.org), June 22, 2004.