by Joyce has a pet skunk and I’m not talking about her hubby. She feeds it every night. I don’t think she pets it very much. She mostly observes it from inside the house, which is wise. At first she wanted me to handle it, but I drug my feet long enough so that I think she’s forgotten that.
We enjoyed a pleasant Thanksgiving last week at Jill’s. Everybody was there except Chris who stayed home to tend his guineas and who knows what else. 
Dave was a little slow getting the turkey done so some of us were suffering from malnutrition but quickly made up for it when dinner was finally served. It was worth the wait.
Saturday I spent most of the day with Kathryn and John. Both seemed to be doing well. We cussed the government and didn’t even have to get liquored up to do it.
For several years I’ve been angling toward putting a wooden fence up in front of our place so maybe we could enjoy our yard without sharing our activities with the neighbors. This week I finally got it done,
that is I had someone do it. The hold up was primarily the old fence. It had to be taken down, which meant digging up the posts. I needed to move one of the corner posts down so it could still be used to support the rest of the of the old fence. From my childhood I remembered helping Dad dig some of those up and move them. It seemed at the time that they were extremely heavy but I half persuaded myself that I was looking at it through a kid’s eyes and they really weren’t that bad. Well, they were. My trusty son-in-law helped me leverage them up out of the ground once I dug out around them. It took more of a crater than hole to reset the one I would keep. There were three and the second one we dropped off at the metal recycling center along with several of the regular posts that were bent. I would have taken them on to the dump because of the concrete on them but the person that weighed us in said we could drop them off at the recycling area. The third one was cut off at the concrete because the Quadrille wall extended over part of it. I didn’t regret not having to dig it out.
I’ve gotten some grief over the gate. The ladies think it’s too narrow but it isn’t any narrower than a garage door and the sliding gate is heavy enough as it is. The wider the gate, the heavier the gate.
Chris set up a mechanism to feed the bees over the winter. It’s a jar of sugar water. That could be a problem when it freezes. In spite of all the nice (and bone dry) weather we’ve had this week, it still got down to 24 one night. Chris also moved his smaller guineas to the guinea run. They had outgrown the box they were in. It remains to be seen how they are accepted by the bigger ones. Besides the stench in their garage, the constant moving of the guineas creates a lot of dust. I think Kari put her foot down and Chris is having to clean up the mess.
In case you were wondering, the mollies in the aquarium are propagating rapidly. We may have to add sushi to the menu soon.
December 1 and we nearly hit 80.