a slab town handyman builds a dream

(that no mexicans will pay for)

There are some tasks that seem so unspeakably difficult, so massive in the time, attention and effort required in order to accomplish them, most mere mortals recoil before beginning.

There have been many people who have started out running marathons or writing a PhD. The number of those who have completed these tasks is far smaller.

The trails and paths up Mount Everest are littered with tents, poles, ladders and many frozen corpses. Though many began with good intentions, a good many of them took their last steps on that fabled mountain.

Recently I’ve engaged in such an endeavour. No, I’m not talking about the epic bike rides I’ve been on. Though they are huge undertakings, they pale in comparison to my most recent task.

I’ve been building a fence.

Now don’t laugh dear reader. I’ll admit, the fence part, the vertical boards and the nailing is easier to do than scratching your arse - that is unless you’re particularly a large person with milk-bag arms that can’t reach around your butt’s ci…