Imagine my surprise when, right after a soaking rain, the utility company shows up to replace our wooden poles with metal! Needless to say, I was not happy. They had six pickups and three big trucks with baskets and poles and a drill. They promptly got stuck. They said this truck is six-wheel-drive,well, all six of them were buried to the axle. This was our last field with hay to cut! I asked why in the world anyone would think after a good rain you can drive this equipment in the pasture. They said we don't schedule the time. I said someone in the city behind a desk and surrounded with concrete did not take the weather as a consideration. These poor men after being assaulted by me, gave me numbers to call. One number I hung up on and the other offered to fix it. I asked him how he was going to fix what took God 500 years to build, beautiful black topsoil. First an offer of gravel was made...in a pasture!!!! That didn't set well with me. Of course you can tell nothing set well with me this day. Trucks are pulling trucks, they knocked a big hole in the creek bank which will now wash. All the grass is buried or completely uprooted. I guess I told them, as Mama used to say, how the cow ate the cabbage.
Another truck arrived today and I hit the door. My daughter called my hubby and said you better come home Mom is now after a bulldozer.
To make a long story short, the dozer was here to put every back together and reseed the ground. I also gained several twelve foot lengths of utility poles to use.
I bet that crew was glad to leave the valley. They were extremely nice and patience with me and all my animals. Just following orders.
Boy, being angry makes me tired.
