What’s that saying about good fences making good neighbors?

“Good fences make good neighbors”?

Something like that.

I got up early this morning….really early.

Crazy early.

Early enough that when Jenny woke up and poked her head out of the bedroom door, one of the first questions was something like, “are you crazy?”

I’d be a world beater if I spent the extra morning time productively….but I’m going to watch a dubbed German movie about tornadoes….called….”Tornado”….when I’m done writing.

I’m going to buy a big gate and put it up over at the new property, too.

I’m going to watch this crummy German disaster movie….and I’m going to buy a big gate.

I never felt the need to buy a gate for anything….except for a gate to keep the babies out of stuff….but I think it’s time to say, “Hey! Private!!”.

Funny how that all goes.

But….if I don’t see a sign requesting that I stay away….sometimes my spirit of adventure takes over and I might walk anywhere in the world.

So…who can blame anyone who wants to explore a vacant piece of property?

Gates.

That’s the way to go.

So….first a big gate…then a big fence.

Then a bunch of signs…..maybe some German Shepherds…..maybe a gun turret or two just to really make an impact.

I don’t really know what direction I’ll go with my new “privacy” addiction.

Time will tell.

We’ll have to wait and see.