Tuesday, September 25, 2012
We finally decided to spring for the fence, though, after I unwisely watched a few episodes of The Wire. Mixing motherhood with shows about drugs and horrific violence isn't a good idea, apparently, because I lay awake one night imagining that the poor broken-down old guy in his broken down old van, or the practically catatonic lady of the night (though she seems to provide services in the day, too), or one of the other four or so down-on-their-luck people who live jam packed into the single family house next door might actually be the kind of person who murders with a nail gun and stashes the bodies in Baltimore row houses. All evidence to the contrary, because they seem to be the kind of people who will come over in the rain to tell you you left the lights on in your car. But still, irrational fear is still fear, and so the credit card came out and the fence went up.
Did I mention that it looks a lot nicer than the chain link? I have been dreaming of a nice fence as a backdrop to the fruit trees, and now I have it. All it took was a nightmare about a nail gun.