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i don't know how many times,  maybe trillions,  Old Cowboy would relate what his father had taught him.   Use Common Sense.  Everyone has some.  Then, good judgement.  and if you aren't sure,  get a second opinion.

This rang in my ears today.  For a while,  i've been trying to figure a way to haul home the 200 cinder blocks that line the very nice chain link fence at the Old Cowboy's house.  He had them put there because of his dog Rosie who would exit under the fence and take a good run now and then.   And they kind of well, look kind of tacky.  Especially if you might not have a dog.  So…i had imagined i would get them here and somehow use them to build some kind of structure for the doe Goats to fool around on, and maybe the buck Goats too.  Not really for their pleasure,  but for their hooves…the rough surface would file their hooves.   It probably would have worked.  But as it goes,  i ran into my neighbor Victor on the pasture road the other day and asked him about loading them up and hauling and he said ok,  he could.   And it was set into motion.    Today was the day and while he was loading 200 cider blocks onto a flat bed trailer in town,  i was rearranging the Way back so there would be somewhere to stack them.

 

would need to come in through the Way Back Gate which is about 10 oclock in the fence here.

 

this was just a pile of stuff.  I rearranged it.

 

 

this corner of stuff that needs to Go.

 

on the right,  3 irrigation cement things i lugged home a couple years ago for the same purpose.  Goats ignore them.  They are too heavy to move.

 

Good Rocks on gravel left from mixing cement for the fence posts.

 

some of the rocks i moved to make room to stack the cinder block.

It took him forever to finally get here,  as i should have remembered.  Victor is an old friend,  an old druggie friend of that maniac person i was married to who has been dead for 10 years.  They take a lot of time.   But when he pulled up,  i went out and looked at that flat bed loaded with cinder block and had second thoughts.  He came in and through the house and we sat in the Way Back and looked.  I told him what i was imagining and we talked about what it would take.  How much rebar and quickcrete.  How much man/old woman hours.  We sat quiet a long time.  I heard Old Cowboy's Dad's words echoing….so i said…..if you were me,  what do you think?  Dear Victor…he just was silent.  I know that Victor hauls all kinds of things.  Rock among them.  I asked him if he could use all those cinder blocks???  Sure, he said.  Can always use cinder block.   So…ok then.   I had agreed to give him $100 to bring the cinder block here and unload, stack.  So i gave him that and we have an agreement that he will bring me 

ROCKS

Victor knows where all manner of Rocks are for miles and miles around.  Victor will bring me Rocks.

Goats can rumble around on rocks.   Will work as well as cinder block and also be

Beauty Full.

How stuff can go,  i am thinking.  If you let it.   

If you let it and well,  try,  as in,  set it in motion.