Ethel and I were driving home from town last evening. As we turned off the highway onto the dirt road,
she warned me that I would have to stop "when we got to the guy's house by the cattle guard"
because there was something she wanted to photograph.
Ethel: There it is! Pull over!
Me: There what is?
Ethel: The man climbing through the grass!
Me: He does sort of look like Gumby...
Anyway, we had to go to town on Tuesday, because we were supposed to go to town on Wednesday to take Hank and Lucy to their annual vet visit, but when I went out to hook up the trailer on Tuesday, I gave it a good going-over because I hadn't used it since last February, and sure enough, some of the floor boards had rain rot and there was no way I was loading my precious cargo in there until the floor got fixed. Hence the trip to town Tuesday night to take the trailer to the shop. But before we left, Ethel seized the opportunity of an empty garage to sweep out all the dirt. I sure am going to miss my ranchsitter.
Some of you may remember this post from wayyyy back in October 2008, wherein I had just gotten the trailer floor replaced and the repair man warned me about rain getting in and the floor getting wet, and I thought I had a solution to the problem but then the packrats took over and it didn't rain for a few years and I kinda sorta forgot about all the damage rain could cause, hence yesterday's discovery. Another lesson learned the expensive way. Check under those trailer mats, people!
But the up side is, my garage floor is clean! Thanks, Ethel!