An August Sunday in Arkansas

The day the backhoe arrived on The Mountain, last Thursday, Deb and I walked the property with our contractor to make sure we’re all on the same page about the work he and his crew will do. We’d changed a few things since the last time he was out, and he offered valuable expertise on the project overall.

Near the end of the walkaround we came to the stake that the electric company had planted next to the south end of the driveway, which registered the future location of our power pole. The contractor observed that it interfered with creating a proper access apron. He suggested that the pole (stake) be moved ten feet north, and he marked the spot with orange paint.

I had a business card for the electric company’s engineer. With time on my hands this morning I composed an e-mail and attached a photo of what we have in mind. Within a couple of hours he replied, approving the move.

On a Sunday in Arkansas, that’s a big deal. If you know, you know.

The Texas couple parked at the premium patio site across from us pulled up stakes this morning and moved to the spot next to ours, the one previously occupied by our Canadian friends. They did so for the same reasons we did — to save a little money (during an extended stay the difference adds up) and to get a yard (grass instead of concrete).

Deb and I filled this Sunday with small chores and quality time in our outdoor recliners. Nothing would happen on The Mountain today, so we stayed back here to enjoy a delightful late-summer day. We’ll take another look at the homesite in a day or so.

I’m thinkin’ Tuesday. Deb proposes we return tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

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