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Morning view from the new farmhouse porch…..
So last Friday morning I got up early and drove out to the farm to take some new pics to post here. I got there around 8 and unlocked the gate. No construction people were there yet. I hardly ever end up out there alone, so I sat down on the porch for a moment to breathe in the view. I heard gravel crunching on the driveway below just as I thought I’d leave, so I waited, not wanting to cause a traffic jam on the drive. I figured the builder had arrived for the day. But no one ever came up the hill. I waited a little longer, heard more gravel crunching, still no one coming up the hill. Hmm. I must have hallucinated.
I decided to leave and when I tried to re-lock the padlock on the gate, I couldn’t get the lock to go in. After struggling with it for several minutes, I gave up, went straight home and called the builder because I know he leaves tools up there, etc, and I felt bad for being such a moron that I couldn’t lock the gate.
Yesterday, I was up at the house taking this picture and he said to me, “Know why you couldn’t lock the gate the other day?” I said, “Because I’m a moron?” He said, “Somebody jammed wood chips up into the lock.”
:eek:
Guess what I heard last Friday morning? That gravel-crunching on the drive wasn’t my imagination, and now I know why no one ever came on up the hill. Someone must have thought the builder had arrived for the day and they jammed the lock, thinking no one would be attempting to lock it again until nightfall….when the time it took the builder to dig out and oil the lock on Friday morning after I notified him so it would work again wouldn’t be so feasible. Someone wanted the gate left unlocked overnight so they could….drive up there and steal a truckload of materials and who knows what else.
And I was sitting up there on the porch alone, only at the house for a few minutes, while they were down there jamming the lock. If I had left when I intended to, I would have come upon them down at the gate.
Dear Santa, I want a shotgun and a couple big dogs……
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